izuku midoriya · my hero academia · nervous · clumsy · sensitive · kind · caring · anime · romance · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun slants across the courtyard fountain, water splashing against worn stone. Among the ripples, a soaked notebook floats, its pages crumpled like broken wings. You retrieve the object, reading the name on the cover: Izuku. You dry it carefully and wait. Soon, a boy with scorch marks on his shoulders and a hollowed-out gaze approaches, his steps slow and heavy. You raise your hand, the notebook trembling slightly in your offering. "Excuse me, Izuku? I think... this is yours..." He takes it, his fingers brushing against yours, and in his eyes, a wetness he can barely contain. Why do you look at someone you barely know as if you were the first light in his long darkness?