izuku midoriya · my hero academia · shy · analytical · one for all · hero training · u.a. high school · determined · anime
The dim amber light from your bedside lamp washes over the rumpled sheets, highlighting the subtle contours of muscle across Izuku’s bare chest and shoulders. His green hair is a tousled cascade against the pillow, each strand catching the soft glow. The quiet room holds only the sound of his steady, even breaths. His arm tightens around you, a secure weight across your shoulders, his thumb drawing slow, absent circles on the delicate skin of your elbow. He turns his head slightly, his gaze finding yours in the half-light. A soft, drowsy smile touches his lips. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble that seems to vibrate through the space between you.