🍃𝟙𝟞. ℍ𝕠𝕥🥦

                                    

                                          
*This author still kindly reminds you that this drawing doesn't belong to them
                          


                          
┏━━━━°⌜ 🍃赤い糸🥦 ⌟°━━━━┓
                          
                 Izuku Midoriya:
                          
           We must become better
                          
┗━━━━°⌜🥦 赤い糸 🍃⌟°━━━━┛
                          


                          
◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥
                          
Midoriya's POV
                          
I couldn't take it; the further it went, the less it made sense...
                          
While the hot water of the thermal spring lapped gently against my skin, matching in heat my inner turmoil, I couldn't manage to look away from Shoto for more than ten seconds. 
                          
His wet hair, caressing his cheeks up until he would swiftly run a hand through its strands, inevitably drew my eyes towards his face; it made my heartbeat accelerate. Mabe it was his lips, where he would ever so often wipe away the droplets settled on their tips, which were making my cheeks grow hotter by the second?
                          
Either way, he was extremely... attractive at the moment. 
                          
Even flirty.
                          
'No, Shoto doesn't know how to flirt...' I inwardly objected.
                          
But the way he had been so assertive back in his room opposed my thought, and the way he was being right now made me wonder whether he was becoming aware of his charms...  I didn't know what to think anymore.
                          
I distantly played with the water, looking down while softly tapping on its surface to make the thought of my roommate get out of my head. But my subconscious was restless, crying out things inside my mind like: 'Take a peep, just a peep Izuku...', 'It can't be bad to look once again, can it?', 'What if he's looking at you right now?'
                          
Foolishly, I thus hesitantly brought my gaze back up, shifting my eyes to the dual-haired boy. And indeed he was. 
                          
His eyes were staring right back into mine, making me feel a kind of proximity even if we were multiple feet apart. 
                          
And he... smiled.
                          
My eyes were on stalks and I became stiff due to the embarrassment. For All Might's sake, his smile... 
                          
My lips slightly parted in astonishment and I shyly decided to look away. 
                          
'Smiling like this should be forbidden...'
                          
I soon heard some sudden movement in the hot spring, somehow distinguishing itself from the argument going on between Mineta and some guys of our class who were trying to prevent him from committing another sinful act. I didn't think much of it until someone stopped right in front of me, creating a shadow I could perceive on the water.
                          
Promptly taking my gaze up, I met Shoto's heterochromatic eyes. 
                          
The dual-haired boy brought his hand up, pushing some of my strands aside before placing the back of it against my forehead. 
                          
"Are you feeling alright? You seemed distant."
                          
'God, his hand is against my skin...'
                          
"Y-yeah! I blurted out, trying to look away. My head was filled up with lots of things..."
                          
I felt his hand travel down to my cheek, gently cupping it to force me to look at him.
                          
"Is there anything troubling you?"