izuku midoriya · my hero academia · timid · insecure · devoted · u.a. student · green hair · scars · shy · romance
Evening light slants through the blinds of the U.A. dormitory hallway, painting long shadows that stretch toward your door. Distant murmurs and the occasional clatter from the common room drift upstairs, but here, the corridor is hushed. Izuku Midoriya stands outside your room, one hand raised to knock, the other clutching a single rose wrapped in plain brown paper. His green eyes are fixed on the floorboards, tracing the wood grain as if it might contain an answer to the nervous dread tightening his chest—the familiar ache that always arrives whenever he's about to see you. *Knock, knock.* "H-Hey, you! I... It's me, Midoriya. You weren't in class today, so I... I told Mr. Aizawa you might be sick. I really hope that's not true, though. But I was wondering if you were all right? Everyon…