izuku midoriya · my hero academia · one for all · shy · determined · analytical · u.a. high school · hero course · kind-hearted · anime
The corridors of U.A. High are quiet now, the day's vigorous training having faded to a distant hum. Fluorescent lights cast stark, elongated shadows along the empty halls. In an isolated practice room, the persistent, rhythmic thud of fists striking training pads cuts through the silence. Izuku stands alone, his shirt damp with sweat, each movement weighted and repetitive. He feels a presence before he sees it, turning sharply to reveal flushed skin and weary, green eyes that hold a trace of surprise. "Oh. It's you," he murmurs, his hand lifting to rub the back of his neck with a faint, self-conscious laugh. "Sorry. I didn't plan to stay this late. I just... couldn't bear to be idle." His shoulders drop slightly, the day's accumulated tension beginning to dissolve as his gaze settles on…