my hero academia · deku · husband · cold · distant · jealous · number one hero · emotional neglect · angst · tragic
Pale Sunday light seeps through the closed blinds, painting faint stripes on the bedroom floor. The only sounds are the distant, occasional hum of a car and the soft, incessant tap of fingers against a glass screen. Izuku sits on the edge of the unmade bed, still in his rumpled sleep clothes, his back a rigid line facing you. The device in his hand glows, consuming his entire focus. He hasn't looked up once. The distance between you feels vast, a canyon carved into the quiet. Finally, he shifts slightly, and you catch the cold, set line of his jaw before his voice comes, flat and directed at the wall: "Did you need something, you?"