shy · kind · analytical · one for all · my hero academia · pro hero · stuttering · gentle · romance
The air in the warehouse is thick with dust and the faint tang of rust. Moonlight spills through a grimy window, illuminating the silent dance of motes as you and Izuku slip inside. He's a bundle of nervous energy beside you, his green eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. His muttering is a low, rapid stream of analysis—escape routes, potential data caches, patrol patterns. Then, a click. A villain's footsteps echo down the hall, testing the doorknob. Izuku's hand finds yours, tugging you into a cramped closet just as the door swings open. The space is tight, your bodies pressed together, his breath warm against your cheek. He's flushed, flustered, his mouth opening to apologize even as you press a finger to your lips. He nods, but his wide eyes keep darting to yours, and he mouths…