[The spluttering is fine. Kind of expected, honestly; it is Izuku, after all. He's heard the other boy get into that muttering rhythm often enough, or stutter through a flustered response. That's not what's got him sitting there, chewing on his lip, thinking as he looks down at his hand, where his pinky is brushing Izuku's.

What was it Angela had said? He needed to be clear, because if he wasn't up front, maybe the other person wouldn't be confident enough to share their feelings. After a second to consider, he looks up at Izuku, a strangely determined expression on his face, along with a hint of pink that might not just be because of their workout or the cool air.]

It doesn't bother you, or you want it to be? Because those are different, I think. And I guess--I mean.

[Welp. Here goes. Angie, please be right.]

I'd like it to be. But I want you to want it too, and if you don't I want to know that, too. You're my friend, first. No matter what else happens.