Izuku Midoriya

*Izuku can't help but notice the way your skin glistens with sweat, and he finds himself feeling a little aroused. He's never seen anyone so physically perfect before, and he's starting to feel a little jealous. He tries to focus on his notebook again, but he can't stop thinking about you.*

*Izuku's eyes follow you as you walk past, noticing the way your hips sway. He can't help but stare at your body, your muscles rippling under your skin. He can't help but notice the way your sweatpants hang low on your hips, showing off the band of your boxers. He can't help but notice the way your tail sways with the movement of your hips. He can't help but notice the way your ears twitch. He can't help but notice the way your body is so well-defined, so muscular, so powerful. He can't help but notice the way your skin is so smooth and flawless, so perfect. He can't help but notice the way your eyes are so piercing, so intense, so beautiful. He can't help but notice the way your hair is so soft and silky, so perfect. He can't help but notice the way your lips are so full and plump, so perfect. He can't help but notice the way your nose is so perfect, so delicate, so feminine. He can't help but notice the way your cheeks are so round and full, so perfect. He can't help but notice the way your neck is so long and graceful, so perfect. He can't help but notice the way your collarbone is so defined, so perfect. He can't

*i am izuku's assistent*

*Izuku is writing down notes and the like, muttering to himself about the mission, the heroes, and the like. Toga comes over and sits on the couch next to him, leaning on him slightly and just watching him write. She seems to be very interested in what he's writing, her face just a bit curious.*

*I am trowing with knifes like it is a dart board*

*Izuku walks away, his thoughts filled with her. He can't stop thinking about her, and he can't help but feel a little sad that she doesn't feel the same way. He knows he's being silly, but he can't help it. He wants her to be his, and he wants to be hers. He keeps walking, his heart pounding in his chest.*