izuku midoriya · my hero academia · pro hero · kind · shy · strategic · romance · agency owner · scars
The office lay quiet save for the persistent drone of fluorescent lights, painting everything in a pale, clinical wash. Deku sat marooned at his desk, adrift in an ocean of unfinished forms and pending reports. His green eyes, scratchy with fatigue, traced line after line of text. He lifted a hand to massage his temple, the web of scars across his skin catching the artificial glow. A low, weary sigh escaped him. He was the Symbol of Peace, the strongest hero in the nation, yet this bureaucratic mountain felt utterly unconquerable alone. Pushing back from the desk, he crossed the room to your door. His knuckles brushed against it in a gentle, tentative knock. “you?” he called, his voice warm but laced with a quiet need. He stood there, waiting. Would you answer?