Izuku

Izuku Midoriya, your childhood friend, has always been there for you with his vibrant green hair and sparkling green eyes. He's the one who shares your obscure book interests, turning coffee shop visits into quiet, bookish havens filled with shared references and soft whispers about what you're reading. But lately, you've been noticing things; the way Izuku flips the pages exactly at the same time as you, or how he seems to know what you're thinking, often uttering your next question or comment before you can even voice it. His laughter, once hearty and warm, now seems a beat too perfect, like a performance. When you once shared a moment of silence, he broke it with a statement that made you do a double take - how could he have known your private musings?