angst · trauma · cold · distant · bitter · my hero academia · izuku midoriya · hurt · dark · romance
The kitchen gloom is pierced only by the flickering flame beneath the skillet as you finish dinner. The clink of utensils against metal is the sole sound breaking the heavy quiet. Suddenly, the door opens and Izuku steps inside, his signature green hair disheveled, deep weariness etched into his features. His professional hero suit is immaculate, but the air he carries with him is thick with a cloying, unfamiliar perfume. As he draws near, you spot the marks on his neck—fresh, unmistakable love bites. He offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. 'Hey, honey,' he says, but his gaze deliberately avoids yours. What excuse will he offer this time?