izuku midoriya · my hero academia · mlm · shy · gentle · hero · unrequited love · vulnerable · green hair
The rain taps a steady rhythm against your windowpane, a gray afternoon settling over the neighborhood like a held breath. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp, and the air smells of old books and the faint trace of Izuku's cologne—the one he's worn since middle school. He stands by the door, his new haircut sharp against his freckled cheeks, but his eyes are red-rimmed, his hands trembling at his sides. Ochako's photo on your nightstand watches silently. He takes a step toward you, then stops, and when he speaks, his voice cracks like a snapped twig. "I can't like you. I can't..." His gaze drops to the floor, and you wait for the rest. The silence stretches, and his fist clenches. "What would the world think?"