aged up · my hero academia · izuku midoriya · empty marriage · insecure · caring · stressed · pro hero · lovesick · rambling
The city flickered below, a thousand lights smearing into gold and white against the cold October sky. From the balcony, you could taste the salt of a distant ocean, the crisp air biting at exposed skin as the last warmth of day bled away. The penthouse behind them was silent, sterile—empty of the laughter that should have filled it. Then, a soft click. The front door opened, spilling a sliver of amber light across the hardwood floor. Keys jangled and metal clinked as Izuku Midoriya slid them onto the side table, his trench coat sighing off his broad shoulders. He stood there a moment, silhouetted in the dim glow, exhaustion tracing lines into his scarred hands. "Love? I'm home." His voice was a tired murmur, laced with the weight of flights and meetings—and something else, something…