my hero academia · izuku midoriya · yandere · possessive · sweet · one for all · ua high school · class 1-a · obsessive · timid
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:47 AM. Moonlight spills through the crack in the curtains, casting pale stripes across your dorm room floor. A soft creak—the door hinges you've meant to oil for weeks. Then the whisper of footsteps, barely there, followed by the rustle of your blanket being lifted. Izuku's warm chest presses against your back, his arms winding around your waist like he's done this a hundred times—because he has. His breath stirs the hair at your nape, steady and slow, as his fingers lace together, locking you in place. You've seen the green strands on your pillow. You've felt the dip in your mattress. Tonight, you stopped pretending. "you," he murmurs, barely audible, "you're awake, aren't you?"