Yuri absolutely hated his wings. They were too white, too big, and quite frankly, annoying. The worse thing about them was hearing -
"Your wings look just like an Angel's."
It was never that they were nice or that they looked soft. Not normal compliments. No, always the angels. Angel this and angel that. Sometimes he just wanted to rip them off and throw them away. He was not an angel, and hated anything to do with them.
Which is why no expect the boy who looked like an Angel to fall for the one who looked like a Demon.
As long as Yuri could remember, he could hear someone's thoughts by touching them. He'd known he was the only one like this from a young age. It terrified him. It's was easy for Yuri to throw all of himself into ice skating and forget, even if only for a while, that he was the broken child of fate. The voices never seemed to end, and it made the world seem dark and ugly. Tainted, even.
Yuri had always preferred the silence.
Until he met Otabek. Then suddenly, silence was the last thing he wanted.
31 Jul 2016
The third time it's just himself and Uraraka.
They were at the library and Todoroki had slipped it into his bag earlier. Midoriya pulled it out with his hero textbook. Uraraka looked happy at the sight of it. “Man, she really likes you, doesn’t she?” Uraraka said with a dreamy voice.
If I took your hand, would you watch the stars with me?
Midoriya asked Todoroki to write him love letters, not knowing he would slowly fall in love with him.
26 Jul 2016
There's a lot of warm things in Todoroki's life.
The left side of his body is warm.
His father's fire is warm.
His sister is a warm soul.
It only made sense that Midoriya would provide warmth.