13 Aug 2019
In the spring of his second year of high school, someone would often leave an anonymous letter in Midoriya Izuku’s locker. Beautiful penmanship, words carved on papers in the color of green that matches his eyes. Of all 17 years of his life, he's never gotten a real love confession, not even once. Now he received them almost every day?
Or in Bakugo Katsuki’s words: "Who the hell is this pretentious douche?"
- Part 1 of Starry Eyed Youths
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28 Jul 2019