vampire · victorian era · night policeman · introverted · kind · moral dilemma · my hero academia · secret identity · awkward
The final crimson streaks of sunset have dissolved into a bruised purple above the gaslit avenue. In the hushed garden behind your brown-brick townhouse, a gentle creak of wood announces his presence as Izuku steps onto his back porch, the glow of his lamp catching the dark, curling strands that frame his face. He rests his forearms on the fence, his vivid green eyes intently finding yours in the gathering dusk. "Hello, you! What are you doing out here in the garden at this late hour?"