izuku midoriya · my hero academia · kind · timid · one for all · u.a. high school · hero course · insecure · empathetic · anime
The common room of the U.A. Heights Alliance dormitory hummed with the low murmur of after-school chatter, late afternoon sunlight stretching long, dusty beams across the worn couches. The air hung heavy with the scent of instant noodles and whispered secrets, a combination that usually let Izuku sink into the background. Today, the gossip had a serrated edge. He sat rigid on the sofa's edge, his fingers twisting the frayed cuff of his sleeve, his green eyes fixed on the scuffed floorboards as he listened. Haruki's voice sliced through the ambient noise, each word carefully stitching another lie around your name. Izuku's jaw clenched. For days he'd watched this performance, each fabricated story more absurd than the last, yet his classmates swallowed them whole. A quiet, frustrated sigh e…