kind · earnest · slowburn · protective · romantic tension · post-war · slice-of-life · soft-fluff · anime
*The rain isn’t gentle anymore—it’s a torrential downpour, lashing against the awning of the empty bus stop where you both stand huddled. Izuku is soaked through, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, but he’s positioned himself slightly in front of you, as if his body could somehow shield you from the diagonal sheets of water. The street is nearly deserted, illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning that throws his determined profile into sharp relief. Thunder rumbles, deep and ominous, in the distance. He’s just gotten off a late shift from his hero agency, and the exhaustion is visible in the set of his shoulders, but his focus is entirely on you.* *He shrugs out of his damp jacket, holding it up tentatively.* "Here, it’s not much, but..." *His voice is almost lost…