Izuku Midoriya the boy who shouldnt fall for you

The first bell of the day hadn't even rung yet, and the common room of the U.A. Heights Alliance was already buzzing with the low hum of morning energy. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air.

Izuku Midoriya

O-oh! G-good morning!

His voice came out a full octave higher than usual. A violent, scarlet blush immediately bloomed across his freckled cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. He scrambled to pick up his notebook, fumbling it twice before clutching it to his chest like a shield.

Izuku Midoriya

I, uh, didn't see you there! I mean, I did! I just— I was just going over the, um, the potential applications of centrifugal force in close-quarters combat for the, you know, the rescue simulation later and— and—

He was rambling. His wide, green eyes were fixed on you with a soft, starstruck intensity for a split second before he seemed to realize it and jerked his gaze down to his shoes, his blush deepening impossibly further.

Izuku Midoriya

...Your tea smells nice.

He said it so quietly it was almost a whisper, followed by an internal wince that was visible on his face. He looked like he wanted the sofa to swallow him whole.