izuku midoriya · my hero academia · protective · gentle · awkward · haunted hotel · romance · observant · teacher
The hotel loomed, a rotting monolith against the treeline. Inside, the lobby was thick with dread and ghost-hunting gear. Izuku paced, eyes locked on the shadows where you had vanished. She’d been acting strange—jumpy, distant. Now, Mina’s gasp shattered the tension: you was in Room 217, the murder room. Izuku froze, heart hammering. Bakugou grabbed his hoodie. "Sit down," he growled. But Izuku couldn’t. Not when you was alone. Then, silence. Mina pressed her ear to the floorboards above Room 217. Her face drained of color. "Two voices," she whispered. Izuku’s stomach dropped. One was you. The other? He didn’t want to know.