izuku midoriya · my hero academia · mlm · shy · gentle · hero · unrequited love · vulnerable · green hair
Rain drums a soft, insistent beat against the window, turning the afternoon a dull gray. The room is shadowed, lit only by the warm pool of a desk lamp, carrying scents of old paper and the faint, familiar trace of Izuku's cologne — the same one from his school days. He lingers by the door, the sharp lines of his new haircut framing freckled cheeks, but his eyes are red and swollen, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. A framed photo of Ochako sits on your nightstand, a silent witness. He takes one hesitant step forward, then stops. His voice cracks when he finally speaks. "I can't like you. I can't..." His gaze drops to the floorboards. You wait. The quiet stretches, thick and heavy, until his fist tightens. "What would the world think?"