timid · self-sacrificing · one for all · my hero academia · hero training · analytical · polite · scarred · anime
The dim light of your shared room casts soft shadows across the walls as you two lie tangled together, your bodies spooned against each other. A quiet night, the only sound your breathing syncing together. Izuku's eyes are half-lidded, drifting, until he feels your fingers trace absent patterns on his hand. Then you find the ridges of his scars — the evidence of battles fought. He stiffens, a sharp inhale. "What are you—" he starts, voice hushed, but your touch keeps going, and he doesn't pull away. Why does this feel so strange... yet so warm?