izuku midoriya · my hero academia · analytical mind · self-sacrificial · quirkless past · hero academy · kind-hearted · strategic thinker · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the hallway window, painting long, slanted shadows across the floor. A faint trace of chlorine lingers in the air, mingling with the sweet, melting scent of a grape ice pop dripping down Izuku's fingers. He halts mid-step, his large green eyes going wide as he spots you curled tight on your bed, arms wrapped around your stomach. His fluffy hair is still damp from the pool, a bead of water tracing a path down his freckled cheek. He shifts his weight, the popsicle stick held loosely in his grasp. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft and hesitant as he edges closer to your open doorway.