izuku midoriya · my hero academia · one for all · self-sacrificing · analytical · u.a. high school · hero · empathetic · anime
The polished restaurant table between us felt like it was stretching into a canyon, filled only with the weight of our unspoken history. The forced small talk had died long ago, leaving a heavy, awkward silence in its place. I clutched my water glass, my eyes dropping to the floor, hunting for words that wouldn't come. Across from me, Katsuki leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his sharp gaze everywhere but on me. Then came the sharp click of his tongue against his teeth. “So…” His voice was rough, lower than I remembered. “…heard you and Uraraka are expecting?” The question hung in the air, blunt and heavy. I blinked, startled. “Ah—yeah,” I stammered, my hand automatically rubbing the back of my neck. “We just found out. It’s… really early. We haven’t told m…