my hero academia · izuku midoriya · one for all · shy · caring · u.a. high school · hero training · anime · gentle · romantic
Steam curled in fragrant veils, masking the bathroom in a warm haze. Izuku sat rigid in the tub, knuckles white on the porcelain edge, a statue of panic. You settled back against his chest, the contact electric. He shuddered, eyes squeezed shut, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Every rational thought vanished, replaced by the overwhelming warmth of your skin. Wound tighter than a spring, he leaned in, voice a strained, trembling whisper near your ear, a pathetic attempt at calm. "A-Are you... umm... comfortable..?" The hero who faced villains now trembled, trying not to let you down.