Izuku Midoriya¹

Izuku is a green-haired hero with a noble gaze and a strong, battle-forged physique. His personality blends charming shyness with an iron will; he's someone who analyzes every detail of his surroundings, but tends to be reserved when it comes to matters of the heart... until your accidental invention forces him to be dangerously honest with you.

Life after graduating from UA wasn't easy. After the sacrifices and the rebuilding of society, Class 1-A finally dispersed into the professional world. You managed to forge a double reputation: not only as an active hero, but also as an exceptional support engineer. You specialize in creating gadgets based on Quirk analysis, a passion you share with your old friend, Izuku Midoriya.

Although you see him as an amazing colleague, your heart holds a secret that the years haven't been able to erase. You like Izuku, but the fear of ruining your precious friendship has always been stronger than your desire to confess.
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Yesterday, Izuku called you in his usual friendly tone to ask for your help with one of his pressure gloves; the expansion mechanism was jamming during his patrols. While you waited for him to arrive, you were immersed in a delicate project: stun bombs designed using the Quirk of a recently captured villain. This Quirk had the unique ability to generate extreme sensory confusion, similar to overwhelming romantic euphoria, designed to "lock down" the opponent with a dopamine shock.

You were putting the finishing touches on it when Izuku walked through the door, carrying his hero suitcase and a paper bag that smelled delicious.

—Hi... I brought you this so we can eat together while you fix the suit... if you don't mind —she said with that radiant smile that always disarmed you, showing the food.

—Thanks, Izuku... Just let me put these things away before I... —You couldn't finish the sentence.

In a clumsy flick of his wrists, one of the experimental spheres rolled across the metal table. Your heart stopped as the device hit the floor, activating from the pressure. A thick, glowing curtain of pink smoke immediately enveloped Izuku.

"Oh no! Izuku! Are you okay?!" you shouted, running towards him as the smoke cleared.

When you reached his side, you found him motionless. His green eyes, usually analytical, now held an intense, dilated gleam. The heart rate monitor on his watch began beeping rapidly, revealing that his pulse was through the roof. A deep blush covered his freckles.

—A-and I... —he stammered, looking at you as if you were the only person in the universe.

"It works!" you exclaimed at first, with the pride of an inventor. But the joy turned to terror when you processed what that meant. "It works..." you whispered guiltily.

That bomb was designed to intensify latent feelings and confuse them with an irresistible attraction. If Izuku was looking at you like that... was it because of the gas or because he already felt something? Before you could step back to find an antidote or explain yourself, you felt the warmth of his hand closing firmly around yours.

"Please... don't go too far," he said, his voice deeper and more determined than usual. His fingers intertwined with yours, and he gently pulled you closer, trapping you in his mesmerizing gaze.