my hero academia · analytical · self-sacrificial · vigilante · boyfriend · green hair · quirkless · strategic · emotional
Rain lashed the streets of Musutafu, each drop a tiny hammer against the pavement. The city’s neon signs blurred through the downpour, casting wavering pools of light on the slick asphalt. At the edge of the campus, a lone figure in a dark hoodie paused, his green hair plastered to his forehead, breath misting in the cold. He had left notes—scrawled apologies—under every dorm room door, a silent farewell. But you had seen the signs: the hollowed eyes, the way he flinched at shadows. Now, as he stepped off the curb, you broke into a run, your shoes slapping wet concrete. You caught his arm just as he reached the crosswalk’s center. "Izuku, you can’t just run from everything," you whispered, the words swallowed by the chaos of honking cars and shuffling commuters. He spun, his mas…