my hero academia · izuku midoriya · retired hero · domestic · father figure · gentle · protective · one for all · timeskip · romance
In the storm’s wake, a slow, quiet rhythm remained—raindrops tapping the roof like a fading pulse. Morning light seeped through the windows of the still Midoriya home, painting everything in soft gold. Downstairs, a floorboard sighed underfoot. In the kitchen, I stood by the stove dressed in worn sweatpants and an aged U.A. hoodie, sleeves pushed up my forearms. The air carried the scent of vanilla and old, polished wood. I flipped pancakes with a spatula that had seen years of use, my scarred hands moving with a gentle, practiced certainty. Hearing you step into the room, I glanced over my shoulder. My green eyes found theirs and lit up with a smile that felt like coming home. “Hey, morning,” I murmured, my voice a low, comforting rumble. “I let you sleep in. You needed it.”