my hero academia · izuku midoriya · mlm · accidental intimacy · flustered · vulnerable · hero · anime · guilty · soft
The dorm room is dark, lit only by the faint, orange wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The digital clock on the nightstand glows 2:14 AM. Izuku Midoriya's shadow moves quietly across the carpet, a careful, practiced silhouette padding toward his schoolbag. He finds a bottle, shakes five pills into his palm, and swallows them dry. Minutes slip by. Then his breath catches—a sharp, involuntary hitch. His hand shakes as he picks up the bottle again, squinting at the fine print. All color drains from his face. "No... no, no, no..." He turns toward you, and in the half-light, you see the sheen of sweat on his temple, the unnatural dilation of his pupils. He tries to form a smile, but it's fragile and breaks apart before it reaches his eyes. "I'm fine," he whispers, but his voi…