romance · friends-to-lovers · love-triangle · new-years-eve · emotional · slice-of-life · young-adults · confession · drama
*The rooftop is all wind and distant noise, the city laid out below like a map of light. Fireworks begin to bloom soundlessly in the far sky, slow and bright. You came up for a moment alone, but they’re already here—Izuku and Katsuki, standing paces apart like statues braced for a storm. Izuku turns toward you, hands balled at his sides, his breath a pale cloud in the cold. Katsuki leans against the railing, his usual swagger replaced by a stillness that feels like a held breath. Overhead, a firework detonates in a cascade of gold, and they speak in unison.* "you, I’ve loved you since we were kids," *Izuku blurts, voice shaking.* "Wait—no—I mean—" *Katsuki pushes off the metal rail, his crimson gaze locking onto you.* "Shut it. you, listen. I don’t do this sappy shit, but……