A/N- This chapter includes includes sensitive topics such as, Mental health, signs of depression/anxiety, and slight NSFW. If these topic disturb you please skip this chapter. Thank you.

I slam the door behind me, and crawl into my bed. "Wahh- that was so embarrassing," I mumbled, covering my bright red face with my shaking hands. I can hear my heart thumping in my ears. I try to close my eyes, but a strange feeling is keeping me awake. I lift up my covers and notice the problem immediately. "I- I can't," I denied entirely. "It would be wrong t-to Shoto." I began to rub my thighs together, and bit my lips in doing so. My face was burning as I refused to touch myself. I started to feel a burning sensation, and curled my toes in pain. I shut my eyes, as warm tears begged for a release. The pain slowly died down, and I tried to fall asleep.

The alarm rang, and I rubbed my eyes. I groaned at the sound and shut it off. At first the world around me was blurry, but it quickly clears up the more I rub my eyes. I sit up, finding myself in a different room. Unlike my dorm the room is big, and the bed is bigger too. I slowly get out of bed to take a look around, when a soft knock was heard from the door. "Izuku? Are you up?" a familiar voice asked. 'Shoto?' I thought instantly, and reached for the door.

I can finally calm down when I see the familiar face. "Shoto where are we?" I asked, concerned for the both of us. Shoto looks down at me with a half smile. "We're in our bedroom dummy." He replied, "Are you feeling well?" He presses his hand against my forehead before realizing I was fine. I watched him as he jumped onto the big bed, and stuck his arms out asking for a hug. I walk up to him somewhat confused, but mostly nervous. "What's happening Shoto?" I asked, embracing him. He pulls me in tightly, but ignores my question. "Shoto-" I say, desperate for answers. "I love you Izuku," he finally whispered. I want to look up at him and say something, but in a blink of an eye he's gone. The world inside my head fades into black, and the darkness wraps around me like a blanket. "Shoto?!" I yelled, eager to see him, reaching out for someone who isn't there, someone who wasn't there in the first place.

The blaring sound of my alarms rings in my ear, as I awoke from my dream. The sunlight crept through my windows, and bird sang their mighty melody. I groaned and rubbed my head, still confused from what happened moments prior. 'It was a dream,' I finally realized, half glad and half disappointed.

I stumble into the bathroom, and look into the mirror. My face is red, and i'm kinda sweaty. If i'm being honest i'm not sure if it was because of last night, or my dream. I shake my head, with the thought of what happened, and entered the shower.

Beads of water drip from my face, as I walk out of the steamy room. I wasn't in any rush, so I slowly slipped on my school's uniform. 'Oh god- how am I supposed to face Shoto?' I thought. The moments we shared together flashed into my head along with the dream. 'And the dream! I even dreamt about him! We were together, and he even said that he-' I stopped myself, before falling back into my bed and covering my face with my hands. "His boy not only stole my first kiss, but also my heart," I chucked cringing a bit when the words escaped my lips. 'It's official I like him, I like Shoto,' the realization brought me to my feet. I gathered my stuff and rushed out the door. I wanted to see him as soon as possible.

My heart raced the closer I got to the main building, each step felt heavier than the last. The earlier I could see him the better. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea, I wanted him to know how I truly felt. I wasn't sure if I was ready to start a relationship, but I knew I wanted Shoto. It may be selfish but I want to spend more time with him, I crave his touch, and kisses, I need him.

I sat in my seat impatiently, waiting for Shoto arrive. My classmates flooded the classroom and took their seats. I nervously bobbed my knee up and down as I faced the door, hoping he'd be the next person to enter. The room was surprisingly quiet, and footsteps could be heard from outside our classroom. I kept a desperate expression on face, as I leaned forward in anticipation. The hurried footsteps revealed to be Kaminari Denki, he slipped into class still panting from running. He shoots me a small smile, probably because I was staring. I wave back at him before hiding my face in embarrassment. 'He really isn't coming?' I doubted. The bell rang and homeroom had officially started.

Every few minutes I would look back at the empty seat, until it became obvious that I was upset. "What the hell is wrong nerd?' Bakugou sneered without looking back at me, "Oh- It's nothing, I was just-" "You're waiting for that damn half n' half, aren't you?" He interrupted somewhat annoyed. "W-what are you talking about kacchan?" Playing dumb was the only way I could get out of the situation. Plus I didn't want to mention anything to Kacchan, although it's not like he'd really listen anyway. He tsked at me before slamming his fist to the table. "Are you guys done?" Mr. Aizawa asked, before I realized everyone was staring at us, especially Kirishima who looked extra concerned.

I quickly nodded and apologized, then continued to drown out the room. I rested my cheek on my palm, as I tapped my pencil on the desk. TAP...TAP...TAP... The sound of my pencil hitting my desk echoed in my ears, and the world slowly faded out. I hesitantly closed my eyes, and drifted to sleep.

I opened my eyes, and awoke in the bed from before. "Not again," I mumbled to myself, as I rubbed my head. I got up from the silky sheets, and placed my feet on the cold floor. My heart was thumping, at the opportunity to get some answers. I wander around the big room, and grab a photo from the dresser. It's a picture of Shoto and I with a women I didn't recognize. But the more I looked at her the more similarities I saw between them. "His mother?" I whispered, remembering when he mentioned her on our first date. A warm feeling crept inside me, and a dumb smile was on my face.

The soft knock from before echoed in the room, as I rushed to get to the door. "Shoto?!" I asked desperately. Just like before Shoto stood there; same outfit, same expression. "Good morning Izuku," he greeted. "Shoto, can you tell me what this dream means?" I pleaded. "What dream?" He quickly replied. "P-please Shoto?" I begged in return. He looks back at me, and gives me a sympathetic look. "This is the life you can't have," he responded, changing his expression to something more neutral. "W- what are you talking about?" I said shaking a bit. "You can't just expect me to make all the moves Izuku," He began "I can only do so much." I sat down on the bed, as he stayed standing in the center of the room. He didn't move, he didn't speak, he just stood there.

"You don't know how you really feel yet, do you?" He finally question. I stayed silent, as the words clogged my throat. "You're gonna be the end of me Izuku Midoriya. I waited so long for you, and you still can't remember." He continued, "You need to decide how you really feel, before it breaks me." Tears were streaming down his cheeks, but his expression remained neutral, almost as if he wasn't feeling anything at all. "That's not true Shoto, I really like you." I confessed. Shoto wipes the tears from his face, and walks out the room, slamming the door.

"Midoriya?" A faint voice called. My eyes slowly cracked opened, as I lifted my head from the desk. "Uraraka?" I mumbled, not sure if I was still dreaming. "You fell asleep, and we came to get you Midoriya." Iida's stern voice said from behind. I rubbed my temple for what seemed like the millionth time today. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Classes have ended. You even missed lunch," she replied sweetly, "Are you sure you're getting enough sleep?"
"Oh yeah- I am, thanks guys," I said before getting up and sprinting out of the room.

I ran to my dorm room, and quickly shut the door before Mineta saw me, and started a conversation. I kicked my shoes off, and watered the tulips placed on the table. I wrapped myself in a blanket and layed on the couch. I wasn't in the mood for anything, but there was something I had to do. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number given to me by the sweet boy I saw just yesterday. The phone ringed before a voice finally spoke. "The number you have dialed is not available at the moment-" I hung up, and turned to my side, "That dream it felt so real," I whispered, before drifted to sleep and dreaming about Shoto for the third time that day.

The same cycle went on for the rest of the week. I'd dream and think about him all the time. The disappointed consumed me when i'd realized the day would be the exact same. Until friday came, and during roll Mr. Aizawa saw that again Shoto wasn't present. "Has anyone seen Shoto Todoroki?" he asked, getting complete silence in return, but also my attention. "Who here lives on his floor?" he asked, with a tint of concerned hidden in his monotone voice. Hanta Sero, Rikido Sato, Momo Yaoyorozu, and Tsuyu Asui raised their hands, but Mr. Aizawa kept his eyes on me. "Izuku Midoriya please check on Shoto Todoroki after class," he stated, then continued roll call. A few students stared at me in confusion before completely brushing it off.

The day quickly came to an end, and I rushed to Shoto's floor with the info Mr. Aizawa gave me. I knocked on the door, but no answer. "Shoto? Are you there?" I called, as I fidgeted with the door handle, and the door slowly creaked opened. I hesitantly walked in the japanese styled room, the lights were off and the darkness crept in all the crevices of the room. "Shoto?" I whispered. I nervously walked into the bedroom, my body was shaking at the thought of what I could find. A dark silhouette could be seen on the bed, all curled up. I could hear sniffling coming from it. "Izuku?" a whimpering voice called? I turned on the lights, and walked up to the bed. "What are you doing here?" He questioned "No...no this is a dream isn't it? He started chuckling, and fell back onto his bed. "Oh god-" his voice cracked, "It's not the real you, because the really you wouldn't be here. I don't think the real you understands how important you are to me." He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as he sobbed. The sight of it sent me in tears as well.

"Shoto I-" my voice shook, "It's me." He quickly sat up, and looked at me, his lips quivered a bit. Even in this embarrassing moment the tips of his ears quickly turned to pink. "Please Izuku-" he pleaded. "Please let me continue liking you."
"Wah-" It was now my turn to turn red. "I know that you aren't ready yet, but I like you, and it's been like that ever since I met you. I want to hold you, be with you, kiss you. I know i'm not worthy of love..or you, and I don't know if I can control myself anymore. I don't want to pressure you, but I never been in love with someone before. I don't know how to do this, but I know what I want, I wan-"
"Shoto I like you."