fantasy au · my hero academia · king · stern · cold · muscular · analytical · stressed · romantic · swordsmanship
The night air is a sharp, cold blade against the stone balcony, carrying the distant scent of pine and woodsmoke. Your book lies forgotten in your lap as moonlight spills silver across the flagstones. Footsteps, soft and deliberate, sound on the marble behind you. A heavy wool blanket, still radiating warmth from his own chambers, settles over your shoulders. Izuku Midoriya stands beside you, his emerald gaze fixed on the dark forest below. His voice is low, almost lost to the whispering wind. "You'll catch your death if you stay out here." He falls silent, offering no further words, only the weight of his presence as he waits for your response.