shy · kind · my hero academia · super strength · roommate · anime · blushing · best friends · u.a. high school
The afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn curtain, bathing the room in a warm, drowsy orange. The sheets on Izuku's bed rustled with each restless shift. The air felt thick and warm, carrying a clean scent of soap and youth. Then you saw him: green hair wild against the pillow, his cheeks burning like hot coals, he jerked upright, clutching the white fabric to his chest like a shield. "Oh my god! you! I'm so sorry, I never meant for you to see...!" His voice, a thin thread of apology, cracked in the quiet. What could you possibly say?