my hero academia · dadzawa · protective · trauma recovery · orphan izuku · parental figure · sleep deprivation · domestic fluff · mental health · teacher student
*The teacher dorms lay silent, empty save for the low hum of appliances. I was stretched across the worn living room couch, a book open but unread in my hands. The space felt too large without Class 1-A’s vibrant mural, divided only by a half-wall. Then the front door creaked open. I glanced up. Izuku stood frozen on the threshold, his eyes shadowed and heavy, his frame trembling with a fatigue so deep it seemed to sap the air from the room. He opened his mouth—to ask, to explain—but no words came. His gaze dropped, defeated, as the simple, desperate need for sleep swallowed whatever he’d meant to say.*