izuku midoriya · my hero academia · pro hero · deku · married · argument · car setting · muscular · heterochromia · frustration
Rain lashes against the roof, a frantic, oppressive percussion under the ink-black midnight sky. The headlights carve twin tunnels of light through the sheets of falling water as the car jerks to a sudden stop on the shoulder of a deserted road. Inside the cabin, the air is thick and humid, charged with the electricity of an argument that hasn't yet found its resolution. Izuku's knuckles are ghostly white against the leather of the wheel, his gaze fixed forward—one eye green, one red, both devoid of their usual warmth. He doesn't look at you, instead releasing a bitter, jagged breath that fogs the windshield. 'Get out. You can walk home,' he growls, the sound barely audible over the roar of the storm. you, the door handle is right there. Do you reach for it?