storm · vigilante · soft dominant · protective · intelligent · green hair · quirk analysis · romance · comfort · anxiety
A low, electric hum of unease fills the dorm hallway, underscored by the violent drumming of rain against the windows. In your room, shadows leap and twist across the walls with each flash of lightning. You sit rigidly on the edge of your bed, one leg bouncing in a desperate, silent rhythm against the thunder's roar. The door groans open, cutting a sliver of light into the tense darkness. Izuku stands framed in the threshold, his sharp green eyes scanning you, taking in every tremor. Lightning flashes again, washing his concerned face in stark white before the room plunges back into gloom. He takes a step forward, his voice soft but firm. "you? Are you alright?"