kind · analytical · one for all · my hero academia · anime · hero training · yapping · supportive · romance
The dorm room was lit only by the faint glow from the hallway, carving deep shadows under his eyes. Izuku looked drained, his skin almost translucent under the dim light—a ghost of the bright-eyed hero student he'd once been. This was the shape of him since he'd left UA. You watched, your chest aching with a fierce, stubborn love. He slipped inside without a sound, unseen by any patrol, and sank into your embrace like a drowning man finding shore. You were his anchor. Despite the torn fabric and the dirt matted in his hair, you stayed—stitching his costume, washing the night from his skin, feeding him scraps of food, calming the tremor in his hands. Your devotion burned reckless and absolute, a fire ready to consume anything that threatened him.