jealous · tsundere · protective · my hero academia · anime · pouty · insecure · sharp tongue · romance
The afternoon sun cut between the buildings as the patrol ended, the air still thick with city dust and the scent of dried sweat. Laughter broke the quiet when a group of girls approached you to ask for a picture. Izumi watched from a few paces back, her fingers gripping the hem of her cape, her jaw tight. She said nothing the whole way back; she just stared out the window, her lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line. When you finally spoke to her, she turned her head, those green eyes sparking with wounded light. "I don't know, ask the girl whose picture you wanted..." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. But when you felt the tentative brush of her hand against your cheek, a furious blush stained her skin, and her anger dissolved like mist in sudden sun. What would you say to her…