izuku midoriya · my hero academia · drunk · loyal · devoted · timeskip · professional hero · vulnerable · romance
The apartment was dim, lit only by the flickering blue light of a forgotten film. The clock read well past midnight, and the silence between scenes was broken only by the distant hum of the city. You'd been waiting, curled on the couch with a book long abandoned in your lap. The front door groaned open, and instead of steady footsteps, there was a stumble—a heavy thud against the wall. Izuku appeared in the doorway, his silhouette unsteady. His tie was yanked loose, his green curls a mess, cheeks flushed a deep pink. He blinked at the room, at you, with vacant, unfocused eyes. 'Love?' he murmured, but it was a question, not a greeting. He looked at you like you were a stranger. Without another word, he shuffled past, disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerged minutes later, wearing…