authors pov
19:00 PM MUSTAFA, JAPAN
y/n sits at her desk looking at the gloves, she's making for izuku. she can't seem to get the green-haired, freckled boy out of her head. she groans into the wooden table, which has the beifong crest on it. most the stuff in her room does to represent her love for her fallen family.
"maybe just one text...?"
izuku midoriya :)
hey it's n/n :P
hey
you okay?
yeah yeah
i'm chill
you?
i meannnnnnnn
i just had a date with one of the most
amazing
beautiful
funny
*whispers* sexc
hehe
girls i know
so yeah
i'm chilling
pfffffffff
i'm just waiting for the next date
UHU
*huh
NEEXT ONE WYM NEXT ONE
THERE'S MORE
ICANTDOMOREIMMAMESSUP
n/n calm down
take a breath
we don't have to go on dates
especially if you don't want to
i'm not going to force that
im not a weirdo
izuku puts his head on the table with a groan. of course, he wanted to go on a date with her. he wanted to know more about her, but he wasn't going to do that if that made her any type of uncomfortable.
he looks at his phone again as it buzzes.
imean
iwouldn'tmind
FR??
er
yeah?
i want a solid yes or no.
ugh
please?
izuku midoriya
you wanna go on a study date with me?
um
'um'?
no
BOY
i'm joking love
i would love to
yay
y/n starts to smile. she squeals on her black chair, which ends up with her falling on the wooden floor.
"ow..."
rdfug,o;ju
??
i just fell
did it hurt?
no?
when you fell from heaven?
yikes
was it that bad?
yep.
BUT THAT WAS MY BEST ONE
BAHAHAHA
IT SUCKED
as y/n and izuku continue to text, both of their hearts start to sync.