Honey Suckle

It happens on a day that wasn’t supposed to be bad.

You weren’t supposed to break. Not today. Not in front of anyone.

But life doesn’t care about timing, and your chest feels too tight, your thoughts too loud, and suddenly you’re standing in the hallway outside the dorms with your hands shaking and your breath refusing to come out right.

You tell yourself you’ll get it together. Just a minute. Just a breath.

And then you hear him.

“Hey, Y/N! I was looking for—”

Kirishima stops mid‑sentence.

You don’t even look up, but you feel it — the way the air shifts, the way his voice softens instantly.

“...hey,” he says again, quieter this time. “What’s going on?”

You try to answer. You really do.

But the moment you open your mouth, everything you’ve been holding back crashes into you all at once — the fear, the pressure, the exhaustion, the ache you’ve been pretending wasn’t there.

Your vision blurs.

And before you can stop it, a sob slips out.

Just one.

But it’s enough.

Kirishima is in front of you in a heartbeat.

“Hey, hey— come here,” he murmurs, hands gentle on your shoulders, guiding you into his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You don’t fight it. You can’t.

The moment he wraps his arms around you, you break completely — shaking, crying, trying to apologize through it.

“I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to— I just—”

He shakes his head immediately, pulling you closer, one hand cradling the back of your head.

“Don’t apologize,” he whispers. “You don’t have to be strong right now.”

You cling to him, fingers curling into his shirt, and he holds you like he’s anchoring you to the earth.

His voice is low, steady, warm against your hair.

“I’ve got you,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he means it. You can feel it in the way he doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t try to fix it. Doesn’t tell you to calm down.

He just stays.

Strong. Solid. Safe.

Your breathing eventually slows, your sobs fading into small, shaky exhales. You’re still pressed against him, face buried in his chest, and he hasn’t loosened his hold even once.

“You okay?” he asks softly — not pushing, just checking.

You nod against him, embarrassed but calmer.

“Sorry,” you whisper again.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes warm and impossibly gentle.

“Y/n,” he says, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, “you never have to apologize for feeling things. Not with me.”

Your chest tightens in a different way this time — softer, warmer.

He smiles, that bright, earnest smile that always feels like sunlight.

“You’re allowed to fall apart,” he says. “And when you do? I’ll be right here to help you put the pieces back.”

You swallow hard.

“Kiri…”

He squeezes your hand.

“I’m here,” he repeats, voice steady as bedrock. “Always.”

Everyone in Class 1‑A knows you and Midoriya are basically glued together.

You walk to class together. You train together. You study together. You fall asleep on the couch during movie nights — together.

You share snacks. You share hoodies. You share brain cells.

You do everything except actually date.

And somehow, neither of you has noticed.

It’s painfully obvious to everyone else.

Midoriya carries your bag when you’re tired. You fix his hair when it sticks up weird. He saves you a seat at lunch. You save him from overthinking himself into a coma.

He looks at you like you hung the moon. You look at him like he’s the safest place in the world.

It’s disgusting. It’s adorable. It’s driving the entire class insane.

The breaking point happens during a group hangout.

Everyone’s sitting in the common room — snacks everywhere, Kaminari yelling about something, Bakugou threatening him, the usual.

You’re curled up next to Midoriya on the couch, sharing a blanket, your head on his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He’s holding your hand under the blanket.

Not romantically. Not intentionally. Just… holding it.

Like breathing.

Mina is staring at you two like she’s watching a romance anime unfold in real time.

“So,” she says loudly, “how long have you guys been dating?”

You and Midoriya freeze.

Like statues. Like someone hit pause on your souls.

Midoriya’s face goes red so fast it’s a medical emergency. You jerk your hand away like the blanket caught fire.

“W‑We’re not—!” he squeaks.

“Dating?” you finish, equally mortified. “No! No, we’re not— we’re just— we’re friends!”

The room goes silent.

Then Kaminari snorts. “Yeah, and I’m the Symbol of Peace.”

Sero nods. “You literally hold hands in your sleep.”

Ochaco giggles behind her hands. “You two are so cute, though.”

Todoroki tilts his head. “I assumed you were already together. You behave like a couple.”

Midoriya looks like he might pass out.

You look like you might join him.

And then Bakugou, of all people, chimes in.

He glares at both of you like you’ve personally offended him.

“YOU MEAN TO TELL ME,” he growls, “THAT ALL THIS GROSS LOVESICK BULLSHIT HAS BEEN AN ACCIDENT?”

You and Midoriya stare at him, wide‑eyed, red as tomatoes.

Bakugou throws his hands up. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. I THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE JUST BEING DISGUSTING ON PURPOSE.”

Midoriya sputters. “K‑Kacchan, we’re not— I mean— we didn’t— I—”

You bury your face in your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

The room erupts.

Everyone is talking at once.

“You guys act like soulmates!” “You literally share food!” “You cuddle during movies!” “You call each other cute without blinking!” “You’re basically married!”

Midoriya looks at you, panicked. You look at him, equally panicked.

And then something shifts.

Because suddenly you’re both realizing… Oh. Oh.

Maybe everyone else wasn’t wrong.

Maybe you do act like a couple. Maybe you do like each other. Maybe you’ve been dancing around it for months.

Midoriya swallows hard. “Um… Y/N?”

You meet his eyes.

“Yeah?”

His voice is soft. Shy. Hopeful.

“Maybe… maybe we should talk about this later?”

Your heart flips.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I think we should.”

The class screams.

Bakugou storms out.

Todoroki nods like this is the natural order of the universe.

And Midoriya… He smiles at you — small, nervous, glowing.

Todoroki doesn’t mean to memorize you.

It just… happens.

He notices things the way other people breathe — quietly, naturally, without effort. And somehow, without ever deciding to, he ends up knowing you better than anyone else.

It starts with the small things.

You always tap your pencil twice before writing. He doesn’t realize he’s waiting for the sound until the day you forget, and he glances up, confused, like the rhythm of the room is off.

You hum when you’re thinking. He doesn’t notice he’s listening for it until you’re silent, and he looks over to make sure you’re okay.

You like your tea a little too sweet. He doesn’t realize he’s memorized the exact number of sugar packets until he hands you a cup one morning and you blink at him.

“How did you know?” you ask.

He pauses. He genuinely doesn’t know how to answer.

“I… just did.”

Then it becomes bigger things.

You always sit in the same spot during lunch — not because you’re picky, but because the sunlight hits the table just right. Todoroki starts sitting there before you arrive, saving the seat without thinking.

You get cold easily. He notices the way you rub your arms during training, so he starts standing a little closer, letting the warmth from his left side drift toward you.

You get overwhelmed when too many people talk at once. He starts stepping between you and the noise, not saying anything, just existing like a quiet barrier.

He doesn’t think any of this is strange.

Everyone else does.

The others catch on long before he does.

Midoriya watches Todoroki hand you your favorite drink without being asked and nearly drops his notebook.

Iida stares like he’s witnessing a crime. “Is this… is this normal friendship behavior?”

Ochaco giggles behind her hands. Tsuyu just says, “He likes them, ribbit.”

Todoroki hears that. He pretends he doesn’t.

The moment it becomes obvious to you happens by accident.

You’re walking back from training, exhausted, dragging your feet. Todoroki falls into step beside you, quiet as always.

“You’re tired,” he says softly. “You always walk slower when you’re tired.”

You blink. “You… noticed that?”

He nods, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You also chew the inside of your cheek when you’re nervous. And you only tie your hair up when you’re concentrating. And you—”

He stops.

You’re staring at him.

He realizes, all at once, that he’s said too much.

His ears go pink. His voice drops.

“I pay attention to you,” he admits, “without meaning to.”

Your heart stutters.

“Oh,” you whisper.

He swallows, eyes flicking away, then back to you — hesitant, hopeful, terrified.

“If that makes you uncomfortable,” he says quietly, “I can try to stop.”

You shake your head.

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable,” you say. “It just… surprises me.”

He exhales, relieved in a way he can’t hide.

“I don’t want to stop,” he says, barely above a whisper.

And you smile — soft, warm, a little shy.

“Then don’t.”

After that, he doesn’t try to hide it.

He still memorizes you without thinking. Still notices every habit, every shift in mood, every tiny detail.

But now, when he hands you your favorite drink, he lets his fingers brush yours.

When he stands close to warm you up, he doesn’t pretend it’s accidental.

When he saves your seat, he waits for you with a small, quiet smile.

And when you catch him watching you — really watching you — he doesn’t look away.

He just says, softly:

“I like knowing you.”

The nightmare hits you like a wave—sharp, disorienting, the kind that yanks you out of sleep before you can even understand what’s happening. You sit up too fast, breath catching in your throat, heart pounding like it’s trying to escape your chest. The room is dark, too dark, and for a moment you can’t remember where you are.

Then there’s movement beside you.

A soft rustle of blankets. A sleepy inhale. And then

“Hey… hey.” Dae’s voice, warm and low, still thick with sleep. “You’re okay.”

You don’t answer at first. You can’t. Your hands are shaking, breath coming too fast, too shallow. You press your palms to your eyes, trying to ground yourself, but the nightmare clings like static.

Dae shifts closer, not touching you yet—he never touches without checking first—but close enough that you feel the heat of him, steady and real.

“Can I…?” he asks quietly.

You nod, barely.

His hand finds your back, slow and gentle, fingers spreading between your shoulder blades. The touch is warm, grounding, like he’s anchoring you back into your own body. He rubs small circles, patient, steady, waiting for your breathing to match the rhythm of his.

“You’re safe,” he murmurs. “You’re right here with me.”

Your breath stutters, but it starts to even out. The shaking eases. You lean into him without thinking, forehead brushing his shoulder. He shifts again, wrapping an arm around you fully now, pulling you into his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He smells like laundry detergent and something soft and familiar. Home, in a way you didn’t realize you needed.

“It felt so real,” you whisper, voice cracking.

“I know,” he says, tightening his hold just a little. “Nightmares do that. But it wasn’t real. This is real.” His thumb brushes the back of your arm, slow and soothing. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You let out a shaky breath, sinking into him. His heartbeat is steady under your cheek, a quiet, reassuring drum.

“Can you talk to me?” he asks softly. “Tell me what you need.”

You shake your head. “Just… stay.”

He exhales like that’s the easiest request in the world. “Of course. I’m not going anywhere.”

He shifts again, guiding you gently back down onto the bed, keeping you tucked against him. His hand finds yours under the blanket, fingers threading through yours like he’s done it a thousand times in his head but never dared in real life.

“Try to breathe with me,” he whispers. “In… and out. Slow.”

You follow his rhythm, matching him breath for breath. The panic loosens its grip. The room feels less dark.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You’re safe. I promise.”

Your eyes grow heavy again, exhaustion pulling at you. But this time, when sleep tugs you under, Dae is there—warm, steady, thumb brushing your hand in slow, grounding strokes.

And just before you drift off, you hear him whisper, so soft you almost miss it:

The movie marathon had dissolved into that warm, sleepy haze that only happens when everyone’s been piled together for hours—Kitty curled up against Yuri’s shoulder, Q half-asleep with his hoodie pulled over his face, Dae valiantly pretending he wasn’t dozing off. You were tucked into the corner of Minho’s bed, legs stretched out, sharing a blanket with him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It always was, with him. Too natural. Too easy. Too dangerous.

Eventually Kitty stretched, groaning dramatically. “Okay, I’m tapping out. If I watch one more movie, my brain will leak out of my ears.”

Everyone agreed, peeling themselves off furniture and each other. There was the usual chorus of goodnights, teasing, Kitty insisting she wasn’t scared to walk back to her dorm in the dark (she was), Yuri rolling her eyes but linking arms with her anyway. Q and Dae shuffled out behind them.

You stood, grabbing your phone, giving Minho a soft smile. “Alright, I should—”

“Stay here tonight.”

He said it like he was asking you to pass the remote. Casual. Effortless. But it hit you like a spark to dry tinder.

You froze, hand hovering near the door. “What?”

Minho was leaning back against his desk, arms crossed, expression unreadable in that infuriatingly calm Minho way. But his eyes—his eyes were doing that thing again. The soft thing. The thing he only ever did with you.

“It’s late,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. “You’re tired. The hallways are cold. My bed is warm.”

You blinked. “Minho…”

He pushed off the desk, walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. Not intimidating—never with you. Just… sure. Like he’d already made up his mind.

“You don’t have to go,” he said, voice quieter now. “I want you to stay.”

Your heart thudded so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?” He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. “You act like I don’t mean them.”

You swallowed. “Do you?”

His jaw tightened—not in annoyance, but in that way he got when he was trying to hold something back. Something big. Something he wasn’t used to saying out loud.

He reached up, fingers brushing your wrist, barely there. “I like having you here,” he murmured. “More than I should.”

Your breath caught. “Minho…”

“And you like being here,” he added, eyes flicking to your lips for the briefest second. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

The silence stretched, warm and fragile.

Then you whispered, “If I stay… what does that mean?”

He exhaled, a soft, shaky laugh—like he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. “It means I’m done pretending I don’t like you.”

Your pulse stuttered.

“It means,” he continued, thumb brushing your skin again, “that you can sleep here tonight. And tomorrow we can figure out the rest.”

You stared at him, at the boy who always teased, always deflected, always hid behind confidence and perfect hair and perfect grades. And now he was looking at you like you were the one thing he didn’t want to lose.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay.”

His shoulders relaxed, relief flickering across his face so quickly you almost missed it. Then he stepped back, giving you space, but his hand lingered on yours for a moment longer.

“Good,” he said softly. “Come on. You can take the bed.”

You raised a brow. “And where are you sleeping?”

He smirked, but it was softer than usual. “We’ll negotiate.”

You laughed—quiet, breathless—and followed him back into the room, the door clicking shut behind you.

It’s not like I’m watching them.

I’m not. I’m just… aware. Aware of where they are, who they’re talking to, how close they’re standing to him.

Sero. Of all people.

He’s laughing at something they said, leaning in just a little too much, and they’re smiling back like it’s the funniest thing they’ve heard all week. And I’m sitting here pretending I’m listening to whatever dumb story Kaminari’s telling, but my jaw is tight and my hands won’t stop sparking.

It’s stupid. They’re allowed to talk to whoever they want. I know that.

But why him?

Why does it feel like something’s twisting in my chest every time he makes them laugh?

They don’t even notice me looking. Or maybe they do and they’re ignoring it. I don’t know which one pisses me off more.

Kirishima nudges me. “Dude, you good?”

I grunt. “Fine.”

He gives me that look — the one that says he knows I’m lying but he’s too polite to call me out. I don’t need his pity. I don’t need anyone’s pity. I just need them to stop leaning into Sero like that.

They’re talking with their hands, animated, excited, and Sero’s nodding along like he’s the only one who gets them. He isn’t. He’s not even close.

I get them. I always have.

They don’t know that, though. They don’t know how many times I’ve memorized the way their voice sounds when they’re tired, or how they always tug their sleeve when they’re nervous, or how they look at me when they think I’m not paying attention.

They don’t know how many times I’ve stopped myself from standing too close to them. Or how many times I’ve wanted to say something and swallowed it down because I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with feelings like this.

I’m not good at this. I don’t do soft. I don’t do vulnerable.

But I do them. I mean— I care about them.

Whatever.

Sero bumps their shoulder and they laugh again, and something in me snaps.

I stand up. Too fast. Too loud. The chair scrapes and everyone looks at me, but I don’t care. I walk over to them like I’ve got a purpose, even though I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.

They look up at me, smiling. “Hey, Katsuki. You okay?”

No. Not even close.

“You done here?” I ask, and it comes out harsher than I meant.

Sero raises an eyebrow. “We were just talking, man.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

Their eyes widen a little. “Katsuki…”

I clench my fists. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I shouldn’t have said anything at all. But the words are already burning in my throat, and if I don’t get them out, I’m going to explode.

“If you wanted someone to walk you back,” I mutter, staring at the floor because looking at them might kill me, “you could’ve asked me.”

Silence.

I can feel everyone staring. I can feel them staring.

Shit.

I force myself to look up, and they’re blinking at me like they’re trying to figure out if they heard me right.

“Katsuki…” they say softly, “I didn’t know you wanted to.”

My chest tightens. “Yeah, well. I would.”

They take a step closer. “If I asked?”

I swallow hard. “Yeah.”

They smile — small, warm, the kind that hits me harder than any punch I’ve ever taken.

“Okay,” they say. “Then… walk me back?”

My heart stutters. I nod, trying not to look as relieved as I feel.

Sero gives me a knowing grin. Kirishima looks proud. Kaminari looks like he’s about to scream. I ignore all of them.

They fall into step beside me, close enough that our arms brush.

And for once, I don’t pull away.

Because if they asked me to stay, to walk with them, to be with them — I would.

It starts with something stupid.

A stray volleyball rolls toward you during cleanup, and you bend down to grab it at the same time Lev does. Your hands brush. You look up. He looks down.

And suddenly you’re both frozen.

His face goes pink, yours goes warm, and for a second — a single, suspended heartbeat — you swear he’s leaning in.

Then Yaku screams from across the gym.

“LEV, DON’T BREAK THE MANAGER!”

You both jump apart like you’ve been electrocuted.

The moment dies. But it’s the first of many.

The Second Almost

It’s raining after practice, and you forgot your umbrella. Lev notices immediately — of course he does — and offers to walk you home under his.

Except he’s so tall that you have to stand close, practically pressed against his side just to stay under the canopy.

He’s quiet. Too quiet.

You glance up at him, and he’s already looking at you, eyes soft in a way that makes your stomach flip.

“Um,” he says, voice low, “your hair’s getting wet.”

He reaches out, gently brushing a damp strand behind your ear.

You swear he leans down.

You swear you lean up.

And then—

“LEV! YOU LEFT YOUR SHOES IN THE GYM AGAIN!”

Kuroo’s voice echoes down the street.

Lev flinches so hard the umbrella tilts, dumping water all over both of you.

Moment ruined. Again.

The Third Almost

You’re sitting on the bleachers during a break, legs dangling, sipping water. Lev plops down beside you, knees knocking yours because he has no concept of personal space when it comes to you.

He’s rambling about something — a new jump technique, a funny thing Inuoka said — but then he stops mid‑sentence.

“You have something…” he murmurs, reaching toward your face.

Your breath catches.

His fingers brush your cheek, feather‑light, brushing away a fleck of dust. He doesn’t pull back. His hand lingers. His eyes drop to your lips.

He leans in.

You lean in.

It’s happening.

It’s finally—

“HEY, LOVE BIRDS! WATER BREAK’S OVER!”

Yamamoto’s voice shatters the moment like a brick through glass.

Lev jerks back so fast he almost falls off the bleachers.

You want to scream.

The Fourth Almost

It’s late. Everyone’s gone. You and Lev are the last ones in the gym, putting away equipment. The lights are dim, the air quiet, the world finally giving you a chance.

You hand him a stray towel. He takes it — and your fingers brush again.

This time, neither of you pull away.

He steps closer. You step closer.

His voice is barely above a whisper.

“I… really like being around you.”

Your heart stutters. “Yeah. Me too.”

He smiles — soft, hopeful, a little nervous. He leans down, forehead almost touching yours.

And then—

The gym lights flicker off.

Automatic shutoff.

You both scream.

Moment obliterated.

The Fifth Almost (and the closest yet)

You’re walking out together, laughing about the lights, shoulders brushing. Lev stops under the doorway, turning to you with that earnest, too‑big smile.

“Hey,” he says softly, “can I—”

He leans down.

You rise onto your toes.

Your noses brush.

Your lips almost—

A car horn blares.

You both jump apart like startled cats.

Lev groans into his hands. “Why does this keep happening?”

You laugh, stepping closer, nudging his arm. “Maybe the universe is messing with us.”

He peeks at you through his fingers, cheeks red. “I hope it stops soon.”

You smile up at him, warm and certain. “Me too.”

Everyone at U.A. knows Bakugou Katsuki is a walking explosion hazard.

Everyone also knows he doesn’t do gentle. Or soft. Or patient. Or anything remotely resembling affection.

Except… apparently… with you.

And that’s why Class 1‑A is terrified.

It starts small.

You’re sitting at your desk, rubbing your temples after a long morning, and Bakugou — Bakugou — drops a bottle of water on your table.

Not throws. Not slams. Drops. Carefully.

“Drink,” he mutters, eyes flicking away like the sun is too bright.

The entire class freezes.

Kaminari whispers, “Did he just… hydrate someone?”

Sero elbows him. “Shut up, he’ll hear you.”

Bakugou does hear. He always hears.

But he doesn’t blow up. He just… waits for you to take the water.

And when you do, he grunts like he’s satisfied and stomps back to his seat.

Everyone stares at you like you’ve just tamed a wild animal.

Then it gets worse. Or better. Depends who you ask.

During training, you trip over a loose piece of rubble. Before you can hit the ground, Bakugou is there, catching you with both hands like you’re made of glass.

“You gotta watch where you’re going, dumbass,” he says, voice low, steady, almost… worried.

You blink up at him. “Thanks, Katsuki.”

He goes red. Not angry red. Embarrassed red.

He sets you down gently — gently — and stalks off, muttering curses that sound suspiciously like he’s trying to calm himself down.

Midoriya looks like he’s witnessing a glitch in the universe. Iida is malfunctioning. Mina is silently screaming.

No one says a word.

They value their lives.

The real breaking point is lunch.

You’re carrying a tray that’s way too full — because you’re you — and Bakugou appears behind you like a guard dog with a superiority complex.

“Move. You’re gonna drop that.”

Before you can argue, he takes the tray from your hands and carries it to the table for you.

Sets it down. Pulls out your chair. Glares at anyone who even thinks about commenting.

You sit. He sits next to you. Close. Too close. Close enough that Kirishima raises an eyebrow but wisely says nothing.

Ochaco leans over to Tsuyu and whispers, “Is this… is this happening?”

Tsuyu nods. “He’s in love, ribbit.”

Bakugou’s eye twitches. He heard that.

But instead of exploding, he just… focuses on you.

“You better eat all of that,” he mutters. “You skipped breakfast.”

You blink. “How did you know that?”

He scowls. “I just do.”

The table goes silent.

Kaminari mouths, He’s keeping track of your meals.

Sero mouths back, We’re gonna die.

And then there’s the moment everyone realizes the truth.

You’re walking back to the dorms, tired, dragging your feet. Bakugou falls into step beside you, hands shoved in his pockets.

“You look exhausted,” he says, voice softer than anyone’s ever heard it. “Go rest. I’ll bring your notes later.”

You smile at him — warm, grateful, unguarded.

And Bakugou… melts.

Not visibly. Not dramatically. But his shoulders drop, his expression softens, and he looks at you like you’re the only person in the world who isn’t an annoyance.

Behind you, the rest of the squad watches in horror.

Mina whispers, “If we tease him about this, he’ll actually kill us.”

Kirishima nods solemnly. “We take this to the grave.”

Midoriya is scribbling in a notebook labeled “Bakugou’s Emotional Development???” Iida confiscates it for safety reasons.

Later that night, Kaminari tries to be brave.

“So, uh… Bakugou,” he says, voice cracking. “You and Y/N seem… close.”

Bakugou turns slowly. Eyes narrow. Hands spark.

Kaminari screams and runs.

Bakugou doesn’t chase him. He just mutters, “Idiots,” and goes back to texting you to make sure you ate dinner.

Because he’s only gentle for you.

With Bakugou

He pretends you annoy him, but he always waits for you to catch up when the group walks somewhere.

Shoves snacks into your hands without explanation.

“You look tired. Eat this.”

Trains with you seriously — but gets way too angry if someone else hits you too hard.

You’re one of the only people he lets sit near him in comfortable silence.

With Kirishima

Greets you every morning like you’re the best part of his day.

Always checks in: “You good? Need anything?”

Hypeman energy 24/7 — he cheers for you even when you’re just tying your shoes.

Gives the best hugs, the kind that lift you off the ground.

You’re his go‑to partner for workouts, cooking, and emotional support.

With Kaminari

Sends you memes at 3 a.m.

Dramatically flops onto you whenever he’s tired, bored, or wants attention.

Teaches you dumb TikTok dances.

Constantly asks, “Do you think Bakugou likes me?”

You two have a shared playlist that’s 90% chaotic vibes.

With Sero

The designated “voice of reason” friend — especially when Kaminari is involved.

Tapes things to your back as a joke, but also tapes your stuff together when it breaks.

Gives surprisingly good advice.

You two share inside jokes that no one else understands.

Always notices when you’re upset and quietly checks in.

With Mina

Your hype girl, stylist, and emotional support gremlin.

Paints your nails, does your hair, steals your clothes, and gives them back cuter.

Drags you into dance parties in the common room.

You two gossip like it’s a competitive sport.

She’s the first to notice when you like someone.

As a group

Group chats that are 90% memes, 10% Bakugou yelling in all caps.

Movie nights where no one agrees on a genre, so you end up watching something random and talking over it anyway.

Someone is always sitting on someone else — it’s a pile of limbs and blankets.

Bakugou cooks, everyone else “helps” (read: gets in the way).

Kaminari and Mina start dance battles.

Sero records everything.

With Midoriya

He checks in on you constantly, but in a gentle, unobtrusive way.

“Did you sleep okay?” “Do you need help with that assignment?”

He takes notes for you if you miss class — color‑coded, highlighted, little doodles in the margins.

Trains with you patiently, always encouraging, never judging.

Gets flustered when you praise him, muttering compliments about you under his breath.

With Iida

He keeps you on schedule whether you want him to or not.

“Y/n, we mustn’t be late!”

Helps you organize your notes, your desk, your entire life.

Walks you to class like a proud hall monitor escorting royalty.

Gets adorably flustered when you thank him sincerely.

With Todoroki

Quiet companionship — the kind where you sit together doing different things but it feels peaceful.

He brings you snacks without comment.

Asks thoughtful questions that show he’s been paying attention.

Trains with you seriously but always adjusts his strength to match yours.

Gives you the softest, tiniest smiles that feel like rare treasures.

With Ochaco

She’s your hype girl in the sweetest, most earnest way.

“You’re doing amazing!” “That outfit is so cute!”

Loves studying with you — she says you help her focus.

Pulls you into spontaneous hugs when she’s excited.

You two share late‑night talks about dreams, fears, and the future.

With Tsuyu

Calm, grounding energy — she’s the friend who makes everything feel manageable.

She notices when you’re overwhelmed and gently pulls you aside.

“Let’s take a break, ribbit.”

Gives surprisingly sharp advice.

You two have quiet tea sessions that feel like therapy.

As a group

Study sessions that start productive and end with everyone sharing snacks and stories.

Izuku muttering analysis, Iida lecturing, Ochaco giggling, Tsuyu offering calm commentary, Todoroki sipping tea like he’s above the chaos.

You’re the one who keeps them from spiraling into full academic meltdown.

Bokuto Koutarou

Greets you every day like you’re a celebrity he’s been waiting to meet.

“Manager‑chan!! You came!!” (You were literally on time.)

Shows off during practice specifically because you’re watching.

If you cheer for him, he powers up like someone hit a hidden buff button.

Gets pouty if you praise someone else too enthusiastically.

Akaashi Keiji

The only reason the team functions.

Always checks if you need help before you even realize you do.

Quietly adjusts Bokuto’s mood the moment he sees you getting overwhelmed.

Treats you with gentle respect that makes the others behave (for about 10 seconds).

Gives you small, grateful smiles when you organize things perfectly.

Washio Tatsuki

Stoic, calm, and secretly very protective of you.

Carries heavy equipment before you can even reach for it.

Rarely speaks, but when he does, it’s usually to make sure you’re okay.

Stands between you and chaos like a silent wall of safety.

Sarukui Yamato

The “I’ll help you, no problem!” guy.

Always volunteers to run errands with you.

Makes sure you’re never left alone carrying anything.

Has a surprisingly good sense of when you’re stressed and cracks a joke to ease it.

Konoha Akinori

Teases you like an older brother but in a gentle, affectionate way.

Loves making you laugh — it becomes a personal mission.

Complains about Bokuto loudly, but defends him (and you) even louder.

Gives you hair ties, pens, or whatever you need because he “just happened to have extras.”

Anahori Shuichi

Quietly reliable.

Helps you set up drills without being asked.

Gives you thumbs‑ups from across the gym when you look tired.

Low‑key thinks you’re the coolest person on the team.

Komi Haruki

Loud, energetic, and constantly trying to impress you.

Does dramatic dives during practice and then looks over to see if you noticed.

Gets flustered if you praise him.

Calls you “Manager‑san!” like you’re royalty.

Onaga Wataru

Sweet, eager, and always trying his best.

Asks you for advice on how to improve, even though you’re not a player.

Helps you clean up after practice without being asked.

Looks up to you like you’re part of the team’s backbone.

As a team

Bokuto yells your name every time you walk into the gym.

Akaashi gives you a soft nod that says “thank you for being here.”

The team collectively blocks you from danger during drills like a moving shield.

They argue over who gets to carry equipment for you.

You’re included in every group photo — Bokuto insists.

If another team’s manager talks to you, Bokuto immediately goes “HEY HEY HEY—who’s that?”

Kuroo Tetsurō

Calls you “Manager‑chan” like it’s your legal name.

Pretends he’s teasing you, but he watches you like a hawk during practice to make sure you’re not overworking yourself.

Always walks you home after late practices, claiming it’s “team captain responsibility.”

Brags about you to other teams like you’re part of Nekoma’s stats.

Kai Nobuyuki

The calmest presence in the gym — and the one who quietly hands you water when you forget to drink.

Checks in with you before every practice: “You doing okay today?”

The only one who can get the entire team to listen when you need something.

Treats you like a little sister he’s sworn to protect.

Yaku Morisuke

Takes your safety very seriously.

If someone spikes too close to you, he’s already yelling at them before you can blink.

Gives you his jacket when the gym gets cold, then denies it when anyone points it out.

You’re one of the few people he softens his voice for.

Yamamoto Taketora

Immediately tried to impress you on day one.

Still tries.

Loudly.

Brings you snacks “just because managers need fuel too.”

Gets flustered if you thank him too sincerely.

Kozume Kenma

Barely talks at first, but you catch him glancing at you to make sure you’re not overwhelmed.

Starts sitting near you during breaks without saying anything.

Hands you his phone to show you a game he thinks you’d like — that’s basically a love confession from him.

If you praise him, he turns red and hides behind his hair.

Fukunaga Shōhei

Communicates with you almost entirely through facial expressions and gestures.

Somehow you understand him perfectly.

Loves making you laugh — it becomes his personal mission.

Randomly leaves little doodles on your clipboard.

Inuoka Sō

Sunshine in human form.

Greets you with the biggest smile every day.

Always asks if you’ve eaten.

Gets so excited when you cheer for him that he jumps higher.

Teshiro Tamahiko

Quiet but observant — he notices when you’re stressed before anyone else.

Helps you carry equipment without being asked.

Gives you small, encouraging nods during practice.

Low‑key thinks you’re the coolest person in the gym.

Lev Haiba

Calls you “Manager‑san!” in the loudest voice possible.

Tries to impress you constantly, usually by jumping unnecessarily high.

Gets pouty when Yaku scolds him in front of you.

Lights up like a Christmas tree when you compliment his progress.

Shibayama Yuki

Sweetest, softest bean.

Always thanks you for your hard work.

Gets flustered if you smile at him too long.

Looks up to you like you’re part of the team’s foundation.

As a team

They treat you like their secret weapon.

You’re included in every group photo — no exceptions.

They argue over who gets to carry things for you.

If another team’s manager talks to you, Nekoma collectively stares them down.

They cheer louder when you walk into the gym than when Kuroo scores a point.

Awase Yosetsu

He leans against walls when you walk by, pretending he just happened to be there. But the moment you talk to him, he straightens up so fast he nearly loses balance. He offers to fuse random objects for you — “Just say the word, I can make anything more convenient.” He grins, but the tips of his ears are pink.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

He treats you like you’re already part of his hype squad. “HEY! YOU DID AWESOME TODAY!” he shouts from across the hallway, waving both arms. He challenges you to arm‑wrestling matches just to spend time with you. When you beat him once, he beams like he’s never been prouder.

Monoma Neito

He pretends he’s above having a crush, but he absolutely is. He’ll brag loudly about how “someone of your caliber” obviously admires him, but the moment you compliment him sincerely, he short‑circuits. He copies your quirk during training just to understand you better, then denies it with dramatic flair.

Kaibara Sen

He’s smooth in a quiet, understated way. He spins a pen between his fingers while talking to you, smiling like he knows exactly what he’s doing. When you’re stressed, he offers a calm, “Want to take a walk?” He listens more than he talks — and that’s how you know he cares.

Kamakiri Togaru

He’s sharp in every sense, but around you he tries so hard to soften his edges. He stands guard near you during training, blades out, scanning for danger. When you thank him, he looks away, muttering, “It’s not a big deal.” It is absolutely a big deal to him.

Kuroiro Shihai

He appears out of shadows at the worst possible times. You’ll turn around and he’s just… there. But he always steps back if you look startled, bowing slightly. When you compliment his quirk, he melts into the darkness to hide how flustered he is.

Shishida Jurota

He speaks to you with old‑fashioned politeness that somehow feels sincere. He offers his coat when you’re cold, even if he’s shivering. When you praise his strength, he blushes beneath his fur and murmurs, “Your kindness humbles me.”

Shoda Nirengeki

He’s quiet, observant, and surprisingly thoughtful. He remembers your favorite snacks, your schedule, the way you like your tea. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, it’s always exactly what you needed to hear. His crush shows in the way he looks at you — steady, warm, unspoken.

Tsuburaba Kosei

He talks big, laughs loud, and tries to impress you with flashy quirk tricks. But when you ask him a simple question, he stumbles over his words. He once created a giant air wall to “protect you from the wind,” even though it was barely a breeze. He means well — painfully well.

Rin Hiryū

Midoriya Izuku

He tries so hard to act normal around you, but his muttering gives him away every time.

When you brush past him to grab something, he goes bright red and nearly drops his notebook.

Later, you catch him scribbling something and he slams it shut — but not before you see your name highlighted with three stars.

Bakugou Katsuki

He doesn’t say he likes you. He just… hovers.

If you’re training, he’s suddenly “coincidentally” using the equipment next to you.

If someone else compliments you, he clicks his tongue and storms off — only to reappear five minutes later with a protein bar he “accidentally bought too many of.”

Todoroki Shoto

He watches you with that quiet, thoughtful intensity that makes your chest tighten.

When you talk, he listens like every word matters.

One day he hands you a perfectly wrapped bento and says, almost shyly, “I made too much. I thought you might like it.”

He absolutely did not make too much.

Iida Tenya

He tries to be subtle, but his crush manifests as hyper-efficiency.

He’s suddenly carrying your books, opening doors, adjusting your posture in training with flustered precision.

When you thank him, he pushes his glasses up and sputters, “I–It is simply my duty as a class representative!”

He’s glowing.

Kirishima Eijiro

He’s sunshine about it.

He compliments you constantly — your strength, your courage, your laugh — but always in a way that feels genuine, not flirty.

When you’re struggling with something, he’s the first one at your side, grin softening into something warmer.

“You’re already amazing,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I’ll help you get even stronger.”

Kaminari Denki

He tries to flirt, fails, tries again, fails harder.

But when you laugh — actually laugh — he freezes like he’s been hit with his own electricity.

He’ll offer you his jacket even if he’s the one shivering.

And when he thinks you’re not looking, he stares at you with this soft, almost surprised affection.

Sero Hanta

He’s smooth in a casual, effortless way.

He teases you lightly, always checking your expression to make sure you’re enjoying it.

He sticks tape notes to your desk with doodles or dumb jokes just to see you smile.

When you thank him, he shrugs — but his ears turn pink.

Tokoyami Fumikage

He writes poetry about you.

Dark Shadow knows. Dark Shadow absolutely knows.

Whenever you’re near, Tokoyami becomes more composed than usual, but Dark Shadow is hovering behind him whispering, “You should tell them! You should confess!”

Tokoyami groans, mortified, and you pretend not to hear.

Shoji Mezo

He’s gentle about it.

He notices when you’re tired before you do and quietly hands you a water bottle or a snack.

He never pushes, never crowds — just exists as this steady, comforting presence.

When you thank him, he gives a small nod, but one of his extra arms betrays him with a shy wave.

Ojiro Mashirao

He blushes so easily it’s almost unfair.

You compliment him once and his tail starts swishing like it has a mind of its own.

He asks you to train with him “for balance practice,” but he’s really just hoping to spend time with you.

When you smile at him, he looks like he might melt.

Sato Rikido

He brings you sweets.

Not just any sweets — carefully crafted, beautifully decorated treats he “just happened to have extras of.”

He watches nervously as you take the first bite, hands fidgeting.

When you tell him it’s delicious, he beams like you handed him a medal.

Koda Koji

He’s the softest crush of them all.

He can barely speak around you, but the animals adore you, and that’s how you know.

A bird lands on your shoulder during training, and Koda blushes so hard he hides behind his hands.