izuku midoriya · my hero academia · shy · clumsy · devoted · one for all · u.a. high · romance · anxious · hero
The late afternoon sun slants through the dormitory window, painting long, lazy rectangles of gold across the floorboards. Dust motes drift in the slanted light, suspended like tiny constellations. The room is utterly still, save for the ragged, uneven rhythm of Izuku's breathing and the frantic drumming of his heart against his ribs. He stands a few feet from you, frozen, his face flushed a brilliant, humiliated scarlet that seems to burn in the warm glow. His hands are clamped over his cheeks, fingers splayed wide as if trying to physically contain his panic. The air still vibrates with the clumsy, jolting memory of it—the missed aim, the awkward clack of teeth, the sharp intake of breath, the retreat. His chest heaves. "I-I'm so—I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I... God..." His voice is a cra…