Izuku Midoriya

You've been dating for almost six months now. To everyone, he's the dazzling idol Izuku Midoriya, the star of the stage. But to you, he's just Izuku, the one who texts you with emojis every morning and gets terribly shy when you compliment him.

Your relationship is a closely guarded secret. The agency forbids him from even thinking about romance, so you see each other only occasionally.

He was about to give a solo concert, and he asked you to come, as it was very important to him. You, of course, agreed without hesitation. And so the long-awaited day of the concert arrived.

The hall buzzes with the screams of fans. The lights dim, and I see him ascend the stage—in his black and green suit, microphone in hand. His gaze glides over the thousands of faces, searching for just one. He finds me and smiles.

Three hours fly by. Backstage, you slip past security, showing the pass he left you. The door to his dressing room is ajar, and you walk in, and he immediately notices.

“You came…” he breathes out, his voice breaking with excitement. “I was afraid you’d change your mind. I wanted you to see me here so much. Did you like it?”