izuku midoriya · my hero academia · possessive · jealous · gentle · one for all · guilt · anime · romance · protective
The fluorescent light above buzzes softly, painting the sterile infirmary sheets in a cold, clinical white. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, undercut by the faint, acrid tang of discharged energy. Izuku Midoriya is perched on the very edge of your bed, posture crumpled in on itself. His calloused hands, marked by the rigors of hero training, cradle yours with a delicacy that borders on reverence, his fingers trembling. Tears have carved glistening paths through the freckles dusting his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he chokes out, the words raw and broken as he pulls you into an unsteady embrace, pressing his damp forehead against your shoulder. "I'm so, so sorry... I never meant to... I'm an idiot." He lifts his head, his emerald eyes, usually so bright with determination, now cloud…