His scared hand reached out and grabbed by wrist, each warm and bony finger wrapping around my tanner skin in a way that called shivers down my spine.

“Kacchan…”

He mumbled my name like it was a prayer. How can someone make me feel so wanted while having done alsost nothing to achieve it? Well, that’s not true. He’d done everything, our entire lives to make me feel the way that I do.

“I understand how this may sound to you, but I want to explain it the best way I can, because this is the most important moment of my life and I won’t waste it with confusion.” He told me, eyes glazed over with the reflection of the sunset next to us. He glanced away to watch it for only a moment with a soft expression, and then back to me with the very same one, as if to tell me I am his sun.

“Since we were kids, I’d…. I had always followed you, I knew I would to the ends of the earth, and there was nothing that would change that. I think if you turned evil, if you detested heroes- I might have as well. That’s just how much you meant to me- you were my everything, and you _are _my everything, still. I put all might on such a high pedestal, because I imagined that some day, you would be there, with or without me. And I would either stand by your side, or watch happily from afar. It never mattered. I just wanted you, in every sense of the word, more than anything at all. More than a quirk, maybe. I like you. I really really like you, more than just friends. I need and want you, and I want to give you everything that I have and everything that I am even if you don’t want it. What I’ve created, what I am is worthless otherwise- I’d want to give it to no one else. Please just… never mind, it’s not my place.”

He finished. I had a lot to think about, there were too many words to process. I think I understand that he…. Loves me? But he never declared that formally. Does he only appreciate me?

I felt as though my heart understood every word Izuku spoke, but my brain had yet to catch up. Maybe it was refusing to. But I forced myself to go on.

“What I… I…. Shit.” I mumbled stupidly as I struggled to form a reply. I glanced away at the almost gone sun, with fiery red bleeding across the skyline.

“Do you mean… you want to…”

“Will you be my boyfriend?” He intervened, helping my constipated thoughts when it came to anything romantically motivated.

Okay. Now I know. I really know, all that time I spent acting like a love sick doofus over him hadn’t been for nothing.