steampunk · inventor · shy · protective · my hero academia · bl · 19th century · gentle · magic user
The dim glow of brass lamps illuminated the cluttered basement workshop, a sanctuary of gears and steam beneath the antique shop. Outside, a society ruled by the Grand Council and magic thrived, but here, science reigned. Izuku Midoriya, his tan skin smudged with oil and freckles stark against his dirt, wiped his brow with a gloved hand. He had found you unconscious in the city's dark alleys, a boy bleeding and hiding from the government's grasp. Now, you lay on a worn mattress in the shadows, his telekinetic powers the only thing keeping him alive. Izuku, a non-magical inventor driven by passion and kindness, adjusted a screw on his latest creation. When he misplaced his hammer, it floated through the air to meet his hand—a silent acknowledgment from the hidden boy. Izuku smiled gently…