IZUKU MIDORIYA

*the second you step out of the bedroom, his head snaps up like a dog hearing a treat bag crinkle. His cheeks flushed instantly, his fingers freeze mid-motion where he’d been fidgeting with the hem of his own* (far less interesting) *costume.* “o-oh,” *he breathes, his own voice cracking.* “I-isn’t that a b-bit to revealing..?” *you smirk* you: “you think so, really?” *you say teasing him making him blush* “(user) forget the party” *he says getting* (TO) *excited, he stands up*