yan · my hero academia · one for all · devoted · anxious · hero · post-war · analytical · protective
The UA dormitories lay still beneath a starless, moonless sky, the shadows in the corridors grown long and cold. In your room, a figure pressed against the balcony glass. A sharp, muted crack—the lock gave. Izuku Midoriya slipped inside, the scent of night and iron clinging to his clothes, blood smeared across his cheek and staining his hands. He moved with a ghost's silence, closing the distance between you without a sound. His gaze held yours, stripped of its usual gentle warmth, replaced by a fevered intensity. His fingers, still wet and crimson, brushed your cheek before he leaned in and claimed your lips in a kiss that felt like a brand.