"Boring," Mina sighed sadly. She stretched her legs. The girls were sitting in Yaoyorozu's room. They had come to finish their group work. "And hot."

It had been one of those very hot days. The students were studying hard because there wasn't much time before the exams. Jiro, Yayorozu, Mina and Midoriya decided to get together to finish their assignment. But they didn't think that in this hot weather, the last thing they wanted to think about was studying.

"If you have nothing better to do, we can continue our work," Izuku said. She did not take a break from her notebook. She had received a message about three minutes ago. She was writing something.

"Boring!" Mina had a look at her friend. "Hey Midoriya, what kind of writing is that? I thought you'd decided to rest."

"We didn't, you did." Jirou corrected and came into the room. "I've got something to drink."

"Finally!" Mina breathed out as she took a bottle of cold soda. "Ah, it feels good."

"This fan is useless," Midoriya grumbled. She wiped her hands so as not to spoil her notebook.

A strong gust of wind picked up the light curtains. It sent them flying across the room. Jirou jumped up to them and held them in place so that they would no longer be in the way. Yaoyorozu came out of the bathroom at the same time. She was holding some colourful fans.

"I thought it might help us," Momo smiled. The girls squealed with delight. They grabbed the fans that were meant for them.

"How sweet you are, Yaomomo!" cried Ashido, throwing herself into her friend's arms. "How sweet..., so cute. You don't mind if I keep it. Do you?"

"Of course you do." Momo replied with a smile. "I have made it especially for you."

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu-san." Midoriya thanked her and took the fan from her hands. "These are beautiful. "

"Oh, come on." Yaoyorozu mumbled shyly. "Thanks a lot."

"Still, what are you writing there?" asked Mina, taking a sip. She bent over and had a look at the notebook. "It's that notebook you always carry with you. Isn't it?"

Midoriya smiled warmly. She flicked through the slightly rough pages, which were completely scribbled in her own handwriting. Small sketches of heroic costumes and even the occasional quirk could be traced here and there. The notebook was only half filled, though it had been kept for several years.

Midoriya looked at the outstretched hand in curiosity. She handed the notebook to Mina. The girl leafed through the pages. Only at the end did she find something interesting.

"Oh, what's that?" Mina asked, pointing to the small inscription at the very end of the book. The handwriting was familiar to her. She smiled mischievously and waited for an answer. "Letter to love?"

"What do you mean?" Midoriya asked as she picked up the notebook. To her surprise, she actually noticed a short sentence that had been written in a hurry. "That's the first time I've seen it. "

"What is it?" Yayorozu asked, sitting closer. Jiro followed behind her as well. "Sorry?"

"Do you have any idea who might have been the writer? "Mina asked with the same slyness in her voice. She couldn't hold back a smile.

"But it can't be him." Midoriya muttered. "It can't be him, right?"

Memories whirled through Izuku's mind. Cruel words spoken in the heat of the moment, burned pages and looks of guilt. Were they spoken back then? Especially those which were so desirable.

Back in high school, it happened on the 14th of February. Mitsuki decided to invite Midoriya's family for dinner.

"While she was cooking in the kitchen, Bakugou called out, "Hey, Katsuki! "Get over here right away!"

There was a knock on the door from the first floor. Loud footsteps could be heard.

"Stop stomping! It's getting on my nerves!"

"What do you want?" Bakugou asked reluctantly.

"Inko is going to be here soon. Did you get the chocolate ready for Izuku?"

"Why?" muttered Katsuki and picked up a knife. He stood next to her and helped his mother cut the food.

"What do you mean, why?" shouted Mitsuki, waving her arms in the air. She had a moment's thought and then another: "Okay, you won't have time to cook. They'll be here any minute. Then go and run to the nearest shop and get yourself some chocolate as a present for them."

Since Bakugou resisted and Mitsuki was adamant, he went out the door to the nearest shop that might have what he needed. After passing a few counters, Katsuki heard a familiar voice.

"Have you decided, dear?"

"Not yet, Mum. Please wait a little more."

Bakugou came closer. He stopped a few centimetres away from the girl. Choosing between several boxes, Midoriya crouched down. Bakugou looked around the shelves. When he had chosen a suitable one, he tapped Midoriya's head lightly with the box.

"That's better," he said. He chuckled inwardly when Midoriya jumped in surprise.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya called out as she got to her feet. "You are here! Oh, I had a mind to... Never mind.

"Do you need anything? Just let me know before I change my mind. "

"Midoriya mumbled, "Ah, you don't have to.

Bakugou mumbled something reluctantly. He picked up one of the boxes Izuku was looking at.

"Oh, Katsuki?", Inko exclaimed at the sight of her friend's son in the shop. - I didn't think: We'll see you here. Well, then we'll have a walk together.

Surprisingly, this day had begun quietly, despite the fact that the relationship between Midoriya and Bakugou had remained strained lately. However, this remained the case until a certain point.

"Speaking of studying: Izuku, have you decided where you're going next?"

There was a moment of silence at the table. Midoriya looked away. Inko looked nervously at her daughter. She wanted to change the subject, but Izuku spoke first.

"Me," Midoriya started, but Katsuki's gaze was a source of hesitation. "I don't have my mind made up yet."

"I know it's complicated enough, but don't prolong it. Otherwise, it might be too late later."

After they had finished eating, Mitsuki suggested that Izuku go upstairs to Bakugou and talk while they stayed in the Dining Room.

"I told you to forget it," Katsuki said. She looked him in the eyes. "It's just stupid."

Midoriya clutched the notebook to her chest and muttered under her breath: "This is my dream, stupid or not. I have to have a go at it anyway."

Bakugou exhaled angrily, barely holding himself back, but when he saw Midoriya's brave look, he couldn't stand it any longer. The katsuki grabbed the notebook and blew it up.

"This is not your future," Bakugou roared. He went over to the window and held out a hand with the notebook.

"Wait!"

"Do you want to die?" shouted Katsuki and with a single movement, she threw the notebook out of the window.

"No!" Izuku cried pitifully. She ran up and looked outside. "Why?"

She scrambled out of the room, telling her mother in her last words that she'd be the first to come home, and rushed outside. It was not long before she was in search of the notebook. It was lying on the floor right under the window of the room. Looking up, Midoriya stumbled upon the curtained window. The light was out.

A month passed in silence. Nearly all the records were hopelessly corrupted, but Midoriya's memory was good enough to start restoring them. Time passed without her noticing. The beginning of spring had not been felt by Izuku at all.

The 14th of March fell on a day off. So Midoriya sat in her room and finished her homework. She hadn't planned to go out, so she wasn't expecting anyone. A knock at the door seemed odd. Inko was in the shop and wouldn't be back for an hour or so. Izuku went to the door to see who might have come to see them.

As he approached the door, Midoriya opened it slightly. But when she noticed the familiar clothes, she opened it in surprise.

"Kacchan? What are you doing in here?"

Instead of answering, the boy held out a small package. Without waiting for an answer, he headed for the stairs leading downstairs. Midoriya followed him until he was completely out of sight. Then she closed the door. Izuku hadn't expected a gift in return, even though it was a white day. Only then did the girl dare to open the package after she had gone to her room. The small rectangular object was wrapped in bright paper. In spite of the simple wrapping, it was obvious that it was a very elaborate package. Izuku unfolded the pleasantly crispy wrapping and pulled out a bulky notebook. It looked similar to the one Katsuki had ruined a month ago. Would you call that apologising?

Midoriya knew that it was really an apology only now, after all this time. For some reason, Katsuki had chosen to write the short word "sorry" at the very end, so Midoriya didn't see it right away.

With a sharp movement, Izuku jumped up and startled her friends. She ran out of the room and made her way a little bit further down the corridor towards herself. It took a couple of minutes and she found a box of spicy chocolates in her cupboard, a little bit wrinkled. Today was the 14th of February and Midoriya had bought a package for Bakugou out of habit, but had changed her mind. But now she was sure that the present had to be given, when she saw the inscription with the apology.

Approaching her friend's room, Midoriya went downstairs to the boys' wing.

"It's for you!" when the door opened, an embarrassment that came out of nowhere made Midoriya blush and she held the box in front of the boy. Noticing Bakugou's perplexed expression, she looked up shyly. "I... the writing... isn't it?"

Izuku couldn't string a few words together. So she just handed over the box silently and walked away.

"Yeah," Bakugou said and accepted the box.

"It's a friendly chocolate, don't you think."

"Yeah."