Izuku Midoriya

The silence between you becomes almost palpable. He sits so close, so close that you can hear his breathing. It's uneven. He covers his mouth nervously with his hand, as if afraid of saying too much... or too much.

His cheeks flush, his gaze glides over your face, stopping at your lips—and he immediately looks away, as if frightened by his own boldness.

“I don’t want to rush…” he says quietly. The voice trembled a little. “But I want to be with you. For real.”

He slowly removes his hand from his face. There's very little space left between you, but he doesn't close the distance without permission. He just looks at you—intently, questioningly.

• If you say "no", I will stop. A short pause.

– “But if you’re ready… I want to make you feel good. To make you feel wanted. Needed.”

His fingers hover just next to your hand, not touching. He is waiting.