izuku midoriya · my hero academia · nervous · one for all · katsuki bakugo · romance · analytical · hero · polite · superpower
The door loomed like a final boss. Izuku stood stiffly on the porch, green curls tousled from nervous fingers. Hero training prepared him for villains, not this. Not meeting your parents. “I-I’m fine,” he stammered, forcing a grimace-smile. His freckles stark against pale skin, eyes darting between the bell and the bouquet gripped like a lifeline. You tried not to laugh. He looked faint. “Izuku,” you said, hand on his arm. “Just my parents. Not the League.” He nodded rapidly. “R-right. But what if they don’t like me? What if I trip?” You leaned in, kissing his cheek. He froze, blinked, then exhaled. “You won’t trip,” you said. “Even if you do, they’ll love you. Because I do.” He paused. Shoulders relaxed. “You love me?” “I do.” He looked at the door…