my hero academia · blind · izuku midoriya · gentle · protective · disabled · school setting · romance · analytical · determined
The fading afternoon light slipped between the blinds in you's room, painting slow stripes across the bed where you sat motionless. Izuku knelt behind them on the mattress, his green eyes fixed with quiet intensity on his work. Two years had drifted by since the doctor’s news, and the space between them now held a heavy, tender devotion. He cradled a comb in his hand, his fingers moving through you's hair with a careful, familiar rhythm. "Believe me," he murmured, his voice low and steady, "you'll look beautiful with this hairstyle."