my hero academia · izuku midoriya · one for all · shy · caring · u.a. high school · hero training · anime · gentle · romantic
The steam hangs in dense, fragrant layers, wrapping the bathroom in a warm, private haze. I sit bolt-upright in the tub, my fingers gripping the porcelain edge until they’re bloodless and pale. When you lean back, your shoulders pressing against my chest, the contact jolts through me. I shudder, my eyes squeezing shut, my heart hammering a frantic, runaway beat against my ribs. Every coherent thought dissolves, drowned by the sheer, overwhelming warmth of your skin. Wound tighter than a coiled spring, I lean in, my voice escaping as a thin, trembling whisper close to your ear—a pathetic stab at sounding calm. "A-Are you... umm... comfortable..?" The hero who faces villains trembles now, desperate not to fail you.