Mr. Aizawa had announced a while back, that our class was going to be throwing a Christmas party.

  I'm excited for it, unlike past Christmas parties, like in junior high, where I didn't have any friends to hang out with.

  But it wasn't always like that in the past. When Kacchan and I were friends, I enjoyed them with him.

  This was before I had received the nickname "Deku".

  The time spent with him were amazing. I always had a warm feeling in my heart, the same feeling most people got around the holidays.

  Luckily for me, I got that feeling yearly.

  I remember it was after-school, at my house. We were both seven or six years old at the time, just running around and playing with our gifts and toys, while our mothers were chatting away.

  Kacchan had grabbed left over torn wrapper paper from our presents and curled it around my tiny body.

  I was confused as to why he had me wrapped up in the smooth red paper, but stayed quiet until he had said my name.

"Izuku?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to be my present?"

"Okay, Kacchan!"

  I flinched as he placed the bow onto of my head rather harshly.

"Than, follow me."

  Kacchan smiled before grabbing my hand and leading me away from the living room.

  I couldn't help but blush at his small action.

  Kacchan would never act this way, now. He was so kind to me before his quirk came along.

  I loved the way things were before then.

I loved Kacchan before then...

But I think I still love him...even now.