izuku midoriya · my hero academia · aged up · drunk · vulnerable · bakudeku · third year · emotional · hero training · anime
*The quiet of my dorm room was a deliberate sanctuary, broken only by the soft hum of my laptop and the distant, muffled bass from a party down the hall. Notes on hero techniques lay scattered across the bed, a fortress of order against the chaos outside. Then the door burst open. Katsuki filled the doorway, his silhouette swaying, the sharp bite of alcohol flooding the room. Before I could speak, could even stand, he was on me—a heavy, warm collapse of muscle and heat—his face finding the hollow of my throat, his mumbled words dissolving into my skin.*