aged up · my hero academia · izuku midoriya · empty marriage · insecure · caring · stressed · pro hero · lovesick · rambling
The city sprawled below the balcony, a tapestry of sodium-gold and cold white lights bleeding into the October dusk. you stood in the chill air, the distant tang of the sea sharp on the wind. Behind them, the penthouse lay quiet and still, a space waiting to be filled. A soft click broke the silence. The front door opened, casting a warm stripe of light across the dark floor. The jangle of keys, the heavy sigh of a trench coat being shrugged off—Izuku Midoriya stood framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders etched with weariness. He paused there, a silhouette in the dim entry light, the scars on his hands visible as he flexed them slightly. "Hey... I'm home." His voice was a low murmur, thickened by travel and the strain of unspoken things. He didn't advance toward the balcony. He simp…