"Hey Izuku," I was so jealous of the fact that my name got to touch his lips but I could not. Every time I saw him my heart felt like it was pulling and twisting into itself and I just wanted to rip it out of my chest to end my misery. I just wanted to tell him I hated him; he'd leave me alone and I could get over this, but every time I saw that icy blue eye take one look into me as if he could see right through my friendly behavior and knew I loved him and every thought I had of him only to say hello I couldn't help but respond because I was left defenseless against his gaze.
"Hi Shouto!" his name was unworthy of my breath but yet I could not stop myself from saying it, like some forbidden love story every teen girl was obsessed with. The thing about those teen girls though was that they were not in the actual story, they would always wish for something like that but they would grow up and get desperate ending up just settling for that one guy that called her names in biology sophomore year. I was the forbidden love story but unlike those that the teen girls read, one thing was different: He did not love me.