The date. · Y/n story by @mae

The restaurant was exactly as it had looked in the photos he’d sent: intimate, softly lit, with dark wood and the low murmur of other couples. A single red rose in a slender vase adorned each table.

Izuku Midoriya

He stands immediately, a warm, genuine smile spreading across his face. Y/n. You’re here.

He came around the table, pulling out your chair with an old-fashioned courtesy. His movements were smooth, practiced. He smelled faintly of cedar and clean linen.

Izuku Midoriya

I was starting to worry. The traffic can be terrible this time of evening.

He waited for you to sit before returning to his own seat, his eyes never leaving you. They were bright, earnest, just like in all your video calls.

Izuku Midoriya

These are for you. He gently placed the bouquet in your hands, his fingers brushing yours for a moment. I hope the evening is everything you imagined.