(Y/N)’s POV

I walked over cautiously, reaching out to grab the envelopes. Maybe this is what Izu was doing? I turned them over to see identical writing, both of my name. Nope… This isn’t his handwriting.. I sighed and sat down slowly, opening the first one.
Miss (Y/N),
I have missed my chances, I know that.. But I’m hoping you’d listen to me anyway. I wish that I would have been able to actually tell you my feelings.
I was confused, who'd be sending me this? Everyone was pretty happy I thought. I took a deep shaky breath and carried on.
In the other envelope is a poem I wrote you a few weeks back, I was hoping to have given it to you, my apologies.
I stopped, not wanting to read anymore and stood up crumpling up the envelopes and throwing them in the trash. Why would anyone do this? The room had already gotten a few others' presence. 

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Classes proceeded boringly, and training went well, with no villain hitches. Finally… I sighed, falling on my bed. A while later a soft knock, made me turn my head and I groaned. “Come in.” The door cracked and I saw a bit of green hair poke through. “Hi Izu.” I smiled, the door opened and I quickly sat up, alerted by the disheveled appearance. Slightly bruised up and red eyed. How'd that happen? We’d only been out of class for maybe 30 minutes. “In. In!” I yelled jumping up and slamming my door, making him sit down. I looked at him and noticed that a majority of the injuries were on his arms around his neck. Was he choked??
“I..I’m supposed to be seeing Recovery Girl…” He muttered. My eyes widened.
“Then why the fuck are you here?” I hissed.
“I needed to see you!” He yelled out, starting to cry. I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know what happened. Why he was here, or what was making him cry. In my panic searching I saw him drop something. Two familiar white envelopes.
“Did you start something?!” I was confused, he’d never start a fight would he?
“N..no.. Yes.. Ugh.. Don’t leave me!” He sobbed out. That was his problem? He saw crumpled up love letters and thought I was leaving him? Without thinking I pushed myself between his legs and hugged his face to my chest.
“No..No.. Never. Please, just tell me what happened!” I whispered, I couldn’t get any louder. How'd he come to such a conclusion? He hugged me back and after a while, his cries toned down to small sniffles. I took that as a sign to let him go. Backing up I peered down at his face, and sighed, sitting by him.
“I..I saw you throw these away this morning… And I grabbed them… During lunch I decided to read them while you were getting your food… And.. And..” His eyes filled with tears again. I rubbed his back slowly, none of it making sense. “I confronted Iida about it, he wasn’t too happy that I found out….” He wiped his face and I blinked, staring him down.
“Iida?” I asked, picking up the letter, looking over the one consisting of the poem. Iida’s name clearly at the bottom.
“I was really upset, I have always tried my best! I know I shouldn't have… But… I did it, I started the fight! He knows how much you mean to me! So he tried to stop me at all costs… I don’t know, I’ve never been like this...” He grabbed my shirt tightly as he cried into my side. I sighed, severely confused and rubbed Izuku's head softly, and played with his hair unable to even form a sentence. Silence filled the space between us and I continued to just play with his hair, realizing how it comforted him. Iida? Liking me? This isn’t like Izuku at all…. How do I deal with this?

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“Dinner!” I opened an eye at the outburst, looking at Ashido.
“Mmm, what? What ha-” My eyes widened as I felt Izuku stir by me.
“Huh!? Oh my! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He sputtered, jumping off the bed red faced. I heard Ashido snicker then my phone chimed. Oh, no…. I sighed. This isn’t good.
“I-Izu..IZUKU!” I yelled as he continued to frantically bow and apologize. “It's whatever. Let's see Recovery girl and make sure you’re fine. Then we can eat.” He nodded finally, and we walked out past a grinning Ashido. Our walk to Recovery girl was uneventful, other than the starres we got while walking. I swear to god if people think I abuse him I’ll rip their faces off. I thought, accidentally letting out a tch noise. But the more people I saw the more I thought maybe my hair was a mess. Oh Lord if people think I slept with him-! Technically you did… I sighed, opening the door to the nurses office. She smiled.
“I wondered why he hadn’t come in after being informed he would.” She motioned for Izuku to sit down and she smiled checking him over. “You appear to be fine honey. But try not to fight him, he is your classmate after all.” She lectured, letting us leave. I sighed, taking his hand, walking to the lounge, which I had taken note of, had pizza. Upon walking in I heard all sorts of murmuring. I noticed the pointing but was too tired to care, until the hand that held mine stiffened, and I looked over to see Izuku holding his phone to his face. He let out a soft whimper and showed me the screen. I internally wished I never left my room as the picture of us cuddling in our sleep was plastered all over the student only chat. My face deadpanned as I took the phone from him.
“This.” I started, knowing everyone was now focused on my words. “Doesn’t matter.” I shut the phone off and shoved it in my own pocket, looking at Izuku’s face, which held a mixture of pride and terrified. “It doesn’t matter what they think.” I threw my hand out to the side motioning to our classmates. “Because they don’t know anything. They can sit there and think we did anything they imagine. You got beat up and I did what any normal worried girlfriend would. I comforted you till you fell asleep. Oh fucking well.” I was breathing slightly heavier after the rant, and glared at the class as I walked back to my room.

Izuku’s POV

I watched as she stormed away, starting to feel super guilty. If I hadn’t worried about what she threw away, or bothered Iida over it, or started a fight with him.. We wouldn’t be in this predicament. I sighed, looking down at my scarred up hand. “I’m such a failure….” I whispered, walking away to my own dorm room.
“You’re not, you know.” I voice perked up behind me once I got to the empty hallway to my room.
“What?” I turned to see Ochako standing behind me.
“You’re not a failure.” She smiled. “I hate that (Y/N) makes you feel like one. That’s not okay for a girlfriend to do.”
“Oh, heh...She doesn’t! I’m just upset that I fought Iida. You know hes so nice, I shouldn't have.” I laughed it off lightly, starting to open my door.
“But she stormed off, clearly upset at you. She even took your phone! She’s probably looking through your phone and trying to use stuff against you.” Her words took a little to make sense and I had a pang in my chest as I thought about her back as she stormed off. No, she was mad at the class… Not me, right? I shook my head some and smiled.
“Thanks for worrying about me Ochako, but I’m fine.” I smiled, as I opened my door and slipped into the room, shutting my door quickly.

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