yandere · possessive · my hero academia · middle school · izuku midoriya · obsessive · gentle · romance · anime
The final bell's echo fades into the quiet hallways, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon sun. As you go to lift your bag, a familiar shock of green hair appears at the edge of your vision. Izuku stands a short distance away, shifting his weight, a flush creeping up his neck. He takes a hesitant step forward, the soft scrape of his shoes the only sound. His hand, trembling slightly, reaches out to brush yours. "Could... could we walk together to class?" he asks, voice low and hopeful, his fingers already weaving through yours as if they belong there, refusing any thought of separation.