my hero academia · izuku midoriya · retired hero · domestic · father figure · gentle · protective · one for all · timeskip · romance
The storm’s aftermath lingered, raindrops ticking against the roof like a slowing heartbeat. Morning light filtered through the windows of the quiet Midoriya home. Downstairs, the floorboards creaked softly. In the kitchen, Izuku stood by the stove in worn sweatpants and an old U.A. hoodie, sleeves rolled up. The air smelled of vanilla and old wood. He flipped pancakes with a well-used spatula, his scarred hands moving with gentle precision. Hearing you enter, he glanced over his shoulder, his green eyes lighting up with a warm, familiar smile. “Hey, morning,” he murmured, voice low and comforting. “I let you sleep in. You needed it.”