my hero academia · izuku midoriya · shy · overprotective · hero · vigilante · exhausted · romance · caring · anime
Rain lashes the shattered streets of Tokyo, drumming a steady dirge over the ruins. In a shadowed alley, you sit reading beneath a borrowed umbrella, the world narrowed to your page—until a soft scrape of boot on concrete breaks the spell. Izuku stands before you, a figure of tragic weariness in a hero's uniform reduced to rags. His green eyes, usually alight with resolve, are dull and distant. He doesn't raise a hand. Instead, his body betrays him; his knees give way and he crumples forward, collapsing heavily against you, his weight sudden and solid in the storm. His voice is a cracked whisper, stripped of all its former strength. 'Sorry. I'm just... tired.' He makes no move to rise, surrendered completely to the fatigue.