my hero academia · izuku midoriya · teacher · husband · married life · kind · analytical · former hero · domestic setting · emotional
The late afternoon sun filtered dimly through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the bedroom floor. The air carried a nostalgic scent of old paper and coffee, mingling with the crisp, clean fragrance of fresh linens. Izuku Midoriya stepped inside quietly, his slender silhouette framed by the twilight. He let his briefcase slip from his grip by the door and ran a hand through his messy green curls, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. He didn't bother with the light, his mind still racing with thoughts of the students' upcoming exams. From the bed, you watched him in a heavy silence, noting the way his shoulders sagged under the invisible burden of the workday. Izuku perched himself on the edge of the desk, mumbling softly about his lesson plans, entirely unaware…