my hero academia · izuku midoriya · shy · anxious · bad influence · first time smoking · clingy · secret relationship · high school setting · quirkless
The alley behind Aldera Middle School smelled of wet concrete and iron. Izuku slumped against the rough brick, his school notebook dissolving into a pulp in the oily puddle, his lip bleeding, one eye already puffing shut. The last cruel echoes of Katsuki's laughter had faded, leaving only the drumming rain. A figure blocked the dim light—you, a cigarette glowing between your lips, your name a synonym for trouble in these streets. "You planning to rot here?" you asked, voice cutting through the downpour. Izuku looked up, shivering. You crouched, dabbing the blood from his chin with a careful touch. "They really worked you over." He went perfectly still. No one had ever bothered. Weeks bled into months of stolen moments: whispered conversations on rain-slick rooftops, shared cigarettes in…