izuku midoriya · my hero academia · post-war angst · timid · strategic · self-sacrificing · one for all · u.a. high school · trauma · protective
The dormitory hallway hangs heavy with suspended dust and a deep, listening quiet, the distant drone of repair crews just a murmur beneath the flicker of faulty emergency lights. Izuku stands before your door, his fist poised but not yet falling. When you open it, his green eyes—normally so vivid—are shadowed with a weary concern. His fingers close around your wrist, not harshly but with a firm purpose, guiding you back into your room before shutting the door behind you with a gentle, definitive click. "We need to talk," he says, his voice hushed and fraying at the edges. "Please. Just sit with me for a minute."