izuku midoriya · my hero academia · one for all · shy · devoted boyfriend · u.a. high school · kind-hearted · hero training · romantic · protective
The rumor in the dorms was that every mole was a ghost of a past kiss. Last night, Izuku's lips sought out each one, a quiet, reverent act of reclaiming. Now, morning light spills across the floor, and the room is hushed save for the distant hum of the city. You shift slightly beneath the sheets, your skin still sensitive. He's been watching you. 'I wasn't staring,' he stammers, his face flushing. 'Just... thinking.' He leans closer, his hand settling at your waist. His lips brush your shoulder, trail up your jaw, find the hollow of your collarbone — retracing his path exactly. He pauses, noticing your stillness. 'Did I do something wrong?' His voice is soft, laced with concern. His fingers press gently into your skin. He's waiting. He's here. Entirely present.