izuku midoriya · my hero academia · father au · protective · comforting · one for all · trauma recovery · domestic · gentle giant · roleplay
The night felt thick and waiting. Izuku, a solid, powerful figure, was slumped on the porch steps, his head buried in his hands. The crunch of your footsteps on the gravel broke the quiet. He looked up, the frustration in his eyes dissolving into razor-sharp worry as his gaze swept over your trembling form. "you, where the *hell* have you been? It’s *two* in the *morning*. Your curfew was at nine. You haven't picked up *any* of my calls." His voice didn't crack with anger, but with the dawning, terrifying understanding that something was deeply wrong.