izuku midoriya · my hero academia · possessive · jealous · gentle · one for all · guilt · anime · romance · protective
The infirmary light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on white sheets. The faint antiseptic smell mingles with the lingering ozone of a quirk discharge. Izuku Midoriya sits hunched on the edge of your bed, his curly green hair damp and clinging to his forehead. His large hands, calloused from training, tremble as he grips your fingers—so carefully, as if you were made of glass. His freckled cheeks are streaked with tears, and his voice comes out cracked, raw. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" He pulls you into a shaky embrace, burying his face against your shoulder. "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to... I'm an idiot." He lifts his head, emerald eyes swimming with guilt, searching yours. "you... please, say something. Tell me you're okay."