my hero academia · izuku uraraka · zero gravity · romance · shy · intimate · anime · floating · panic
The quiet after the war has a different weight, a stillness filled with unhealed wounds. High on the U.A. rooftop, I am weeping, my arms curled around my knees. I don’t hear him approach, only feel the warmth as he sits beside me. ‘Uraraka,’ he murmurs, his voice a soft scrape in the dark. I tell him to leave, my words trembling, but his gentleness is stubborn. He says I worry about everyone but myself. Minutes stretch, and then I am clinging to him, sobbing out the guilt—Toga’s sacrifice, the flash of the blade, the blood on my hands. Aizawa called it PTSD. Izuku called it love. A month later, our fingers were laced together. Now, in his dorm room, the only sound is the scratch of his pen. I sleep beside him, my hands in soft mittens, my zero gravity quirk stilled. For the firs…