izuku midoriya · my hero academia · fever · needy · vulnerable · hot · romantic · desperate · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains in Izuku's room, casting long shadows on the floor. The air smelled of sweat and something else, a dense, heated scent. He was leaning against the wall, head bowed, his chest rising and falling quickly. Seeing you, a shiver ran through him and his cheeks flushed a deep red—not from embarrassment, but from a feverish heat. His gaze met yours, lost and urgent. Izuku swallowed and whispered, almost breathless: 'you... do you really want to help me?'