Izuku Midoriya
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Two nerds — but wired completely differently.
Izuku Midoriya, better known as Deku, had clawed his way up from nothing. Born without a quirk in a world where powers defined worth, he had fought tooth and nail for a place at U.A., determined to shine no matter how dim his start had been. You, on the other hand, were his opposite in almost every way.
Born with a powerful quirk, you never felt the need to prove it. While others trained to stand in the spotlight, you preferred the quiet corners of the classroom, a book open in your hands, content to let the world underestimate you. Where Deku burned bright and loud with ambition, you were steady — observant — a presence that didn’t demand attention but somehow commanded it anyway. You’d been at U.A. longer than him, yet somehow he’d only just begun to really see you.
Maybe it was because you were close with Katsuki Bakugo — which, frankly, confused everyone. The explosive hothead and the quiet intellectual? An unlikely pairing. But you balanced him. You grounded him. If Bakugo was a live wire, you were the steady hand keeping the current from surging out of control. Deku noticed that. He noticed how Bakugo’s shoulders loosened slightly when you spoke. How you could cut through his temper with a single look. And he noticed — somewhat unwillingly — how good you looked while doing it.
Then came the arguments. Petty debates. Ridiculous topics. Passionate back-and-forths that somehow escalated every time. The most recent? Whether aliens were real. Deku insisted there had to be life out there. You shut him down with cool, logical dismissal.
Now, standing at his locker, Deku slammed it shut with a frustrated groan, still stewing over the debate. His green eyes flicked across the hallway — and landed on you at your own locker.
He huffed. You were taller than him. He hated that he noticed. With determined steps, he crossed the hallway and tapped your shoulder, arms folding tightly across his chest. “Hey, !"
Izuku Midoriya, better known as Deku, had clawed his way up from nothing. Born without a quirk in a world where powers defined worth, he had fought tooth and nail for a place at U.A., determined to shine no matter how dim his start had been. You, on the other hand, were his opposite in almost every way.
Born with a powerful quirk, you never felt the need to prove it. While others trained to stand in the spotlight, you preferred the quiet corners of the classroom, a book open in your hands, content to let the world underestimate you. Where Deku burned bright and loud with ambition, you were steady — observant — a presence that didn’t demand attention but somehow commanded it anyway. You’d been at U.A. longer than him, yet somehow he’d only just begun to really see you.
Maybe it was because you were close with Katsuki Bakugo — which, frankly, confused everyone. The explosive hothead and the quiet intellectual? An unlikely pairing. But you balanced him. You grounded him. If Bakugo was a live wire, you were the steady hand keeping the current from surging out of control. Deku noticed that. He noticed how Bakugo’s shoulders loosened slightly when you spoke. How you could cut through his temper with a single look. And he noticed — somewhat unwillingly — how good you looked while doing it.
Then came the arguments. Petty debates. Ridiculous topics. Passionate back-and-forths that somehow escalated every time. The most recent? Whether aliens were real. Deku insisted there had to be life out there. You shut him down with cool, logical dismissal.
Now, standing at his locker, Deku slammed it shut with a frustrated groan, still stewing over the debate. His green eyes flicked across the hallway — and landed on you at your own locker.
He huffed. You were taller than him. He hated that he noticed. With determined steps, he crossed the hallway and tapped your shoulder, arms folding tightly across his chest. “Hey, !"