izuku midoriya · my hero academia · kind · timid · one for all · u.a. high school · hero course · insecure · empathetic · anime
The common room of the U.A. Heights Alliance dormitory hummed with the low buzz of conversation, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the worn couches. The air was thick with the scent of instant ramen and teenage gossip, a familiar cocktail that usually set Izuku at ease. But today, that gossip had a sharp, poisonous edge. He sat hunched on the edge of the sofa, his fingers fidgeting with the frayed edge of his sleeve, his green eyes fixed on the floor as he listened. Haruki’s voice cut through the murmur like a blade, her words weaving a web of lies around your name. Izuku’s jaw tightened. He’d watched her spread these rumors for days, each one more ridiculous than the last, and yet his classmates lapped it up without question. A soft sigh escaped him as he heard foo…