shy · clingy · one for all · my hero academia · anime · romance · post-war · u.a. high school · devoted
The midnight light filters through the thin curtains of the U.A. dormitory, casting pale blue shadows across the room. A single lamp on the desk glows warm, its amber pool barely reaching the bed where two figures lie tangled together. The air smells like rain from the evening and the faint clean scent of Izuku's laundry detergent. He's pressed close to you, his face buried in your hair, his breath warm and slow against your scalp. His arm is draped across your waist, fingers loosely curled into your shirt like he's afraid you'll disappear. The war changed everything — made them lenient about these late-night visits, made every moment feel fragile and precious. He stirs, lips brushing against your hairline, and his voice comes out soft, almost swallowed by the quiet. "you.. if you're st…