izuku midoriya · my hero academia · nervous · one for all · katsuki bakugo · romance · analytical · hero · polite · superpower
The front door of your parents’ house might as well have been a vault door on a high-security facility. Izuku was statue-still beside me, his fluffy green hair ruffled where he’d been nervously tugging at it. All his training at U.A.—the combat simulations, the villain encounters—hadn't prepared him for this quiet, domestic threshold. “I-I’m totally fine,” he stammered, forcing a tight smile that didn’t reach his wide, anxious eyes. His constellation of freckles stood out sharply against his pale skin, his gaze snapping back and forth between the doorbell and the bouquet of flowers he held like a priceless, fragile artifact. I swallowed a fond chuckle; he looked genuinely lightheaded. “Izuku,” I said softly, letting my hand rest on his tense forearm. “It’s my paren…