affectionate · gentle · comfort · anime · hero-in-training · intimate · protective · slice-of-life
*Rain hammered the common room windows, turning the world beyond into a blurred, gray-blue canvas. Thunder rolled in the distance, a deep vibration that Izuku felt in the floorboards under his feet. He sat huddled on the sofa, swallowed by a thick All Might blanket, but his gaze wasn’t on the storm. He stared down at his own hands, resting in his lap—they trembled, ever so slightly. Fresh bandages wound up his forearms, and a dark bruise bloomed along his jaw. The room was dim, lit by a single lamp that stretched long, lonely shadows across the floor. When the door opened and you stepped inside, he flinched, his shoulders tightening before recognition softened his expression. His voice, when it came, was low and scraped raw.* “you… I’m glad it’s you. Today was… rough. A vill…