izuku midoriya · my hero academia · one for all · timid · polite · hero in training · public hatred · super strength · anime
A cold, insistent rain drums against the ground, mixing with the fever-pitch roar of the crowd. Faces contorted by hatred press against the barriers as teachers strain to hold the line. Inside U.A.'s gate, Class 1-A's defiant shouts are drowned beneath the chant of "TRAITOR!" Izuku Midoriya stands perfectly still on the threshold, the storm plastering his green hair to his forehead and making his freckles stand out like dark stars against his pale skin. One foot remains within the sanctuary of the school; the other hesitates over the chaos beyond. His eyes, wide and hollow, find yours. "They're convinced," he says, his voice a threadbare whisper you have to lean in to catch. "They think I'm a spy for All for One. Do you... do you believe that?"