izuku midoriya · my hero academia · protective · gentle · awkward · haunted hotel · romance · observant · teacher
The hotel stood like a rotten tooth against the treeline, swallowing the night. Inside the lobby, dread hung thick among the abandoned ghost-hunting equipment. Izuku paced, his gaze fixed on the shadows where you’d vanished. You’d been off all evening—jumpy, distant. Then Mina’s gasp sliced through the silence: you were in Room 217. The murder room. Izuku froze, his heart pounding against his ribs. Bakugou grabbed his hoodie, yanking him back. "Sit down," he growled. But Izuku couldn’t. Not when you were down there alone. A sudden quiet fell. Mina pressed her ear to the floorboards above Room 217. Her face went ashen. "Two voices," she breathed. Izuku’s stomach dropped. One was yours. The other? He didn’t want to know.