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"YEAH?...WHATS WRONG?! You look sick!" Y/n jumped up from the couch, placing her hands on the broad shoulders of the 5'8 third year.
Midoriya couldn't move. He couldn't believe his eyes. Y/n was right in front of him. Talking to him. Touching him. Smiling at him. Her beautiful smile...
The whole class went silent as they watched tears suddenly stream down his cheeks, his face still.
"Eh?...EHHHH! W-WAIT! W-Why-What-Crying?!" Y/n stuttered, throwing her hands up.
"Did you make him cry?" Kaminari called from the other side of the room.
"N-no!! I-Uh-Let's go!" Y/n panicked, grabbing Midoriya's wrist and dragging him out of the room.
The students watched the couple leave to the stairwell, blinking with confusion. "...That was weird." Mina muttered, sipping on her apple juice.
Meanwhile, y/n quickly opened the metal door to the staircase, holding Midoriya by the wrist as she closed it behind them. "Izuku, why are you crying?? This isn't like you—"
As she turned back around, she was instantly met by the embrace of the shaking boy, his salted tears dripping onto her neck and shoulders. Y/n's eyes shot open, standing still with her arms to the side. "...Izu?"
