izuku midoriya · my hero academia · smoking · childhood best friend · unrequited love · anxious · self-deprecating · hero student · stress relief · romance
The midnight air was sharp, cutting through the silence of the balcony where Izuku stood alone. Between his shaking fingers, a cigarette glowed—a small, illicit rebellion against the crushing weight of his hero duties. He kept this vice buried, a secret he feared would shatter the image you had of him. Then, the soft slide of the glass door broke the quiet. A heavy jacket was draped over his shivering shoulders, catching him by surprise. He turned, his expression one of defeated anticipation, expecting a reprimand. But you didn't speak. Their eyes flickered down to his lips, and in one fluid motion, they leaned in, silencing his panic with a soft, unexpected kiss.