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Midoriya Izuku

You were cleaning the dorm when you found several notebooks, probably belonging to Izuku. You decided not to touch it, at least not for now, the mess around needed to be cleaned up.

The rest of the 1A class had gone home for the weekend and you were somehow left alone. Alone with a kitchen that looked like hell. Apparently Kirishima thought making Bakugou make cake was a good idea. It wasn’t.

Once you were done you sat on the couch and your eyes found the notebooks. You wondered if you and your quirk were listed in one of them. Probably ? And it was informations about you, you could read it right ? So you took a notebook, and then another, flipping the pages until you found yours.

It wasn’t only some line. It was several pages. Of course, there was your quirk, it’s uses, advantages and disadvantages. A quick drawing of you in your suit that, you thought, made you look prettier than you really were. Some theories about how you could improve your fighting style, also.

And then a lot more informations. Your favorite flower, the kind of shampoo you used (which was actually incorrect, probably based on the smell. You decided to correct it), your favorite food with a little post it where the name of a restaurant as written (“Ask her/him if she/he wants to eat there”), some of your habits with the title “Cute things Y/N does”. And other things you could have told him during the year.

It made you smile. Izuku seemed to be interested in you, the same way you were in him.

When you saw him sunday evening, it was to give him back his notebooks. The boy wasn’t expecting it and took a bright red color.

“Does it make me a creep ?”

You gigled before saying no.

“And does it mean you want to come to F/restaurant with me ?”

You answered with a smile. The next lunch never came more slowly.