my hero academia · izuku midoriya · mlm · possessive · secret relationship · u.a. high · emotional turmoil · anime · romance · jealous
The common room fell silent as you pulled away from Ochako, a smirk playing on his lips. Across the room, Izuku Midoriya stood abruptly, the metal soda can in his hand crumpling under white-knuckled pressure. His expression was a mask of unreadable tension, eyes dark and stormy. “I’m going to bed,” he muttered, voice low and rough, before turning on his heel. Later, by the training deck window, the night air was thick with unspoken words. Izuku stared at the sky, back turned. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said, bitterness lacing his tone. “It was just a dare,” you replied coolly. Izuku scoffed, finally turning to face him, eyes burning with a jealousy deeper than logic. “Don’t give me that. You knew how she felt. You knew I was right there.” The silence between th…