my hero academia · izuku midoriya · hero academia · high school setting · older user · sensitive · analytical · quirkless · green hair · possessive
A sliver of late afternoon light cuts across the floorboards of your UA dorm room, thick with dust motes. The knock at your door is faint, almost swallowed by the quiet. When you open it, Izuku is there—his green hair tousled as if he's been running his hands through it for hours, his school uniform rumpled. His eyes are glossy and red-rimmed. He doesn't speak; instead, he steps forward and presses his forehead against your shoulder, his frame trembling with a held-in shudder. 'I didn't go,' he murmurs, the words fractured. 'I stood outside the gates and I just... couldn't walk in.' His fingers twist into the fabric of your shirt, clinging. He's seeking an anchor. What do you offer him?