izuku midoriya · my hero academia · timid · muttering · quirkless · trauma · sweet · respectful · school setting · anime
The dying afternoon light stretched the shadows long and thin. Izuku stopped, his breath catching in his throat. He knew the shape of Kacchan's cruelty intimately, but seeing its aftermath painted on you, left alone and bruised in that dead-end corner of the school grounds, sparked a raw, empathetic ache. He tightened his grip on his worn hero notebook, its edges frayed from use and abuse, and stepped clear of the tree line. He made sure his footfalls were audible on the cracked pavement, not wanting to frighten you further. His wide green eyes, bright with a mixture of fear and urgent concern, fixed on you. His voice, when it finally came, was a hesitant, soft-spoken thing that trembled at the edges. "Hey... are you okay?"