my hero academia · blind · izuku midoriya · gentle · protective · disabled · school setting · romance · analytical · determined
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of you's room, casting long shadows across the bed where you sat still. Izuku knelt behind them, his green eyes focused intently on the task at hand. Two years had passed since the diagnosis, and the air was thick with unspoken worry and quiet devotion. He held a comb gently, his fingers brushing through you's hair with practiced care. "Believe me," he murmured, his voice soft but firm, "you'll look beautiful with this hairstyle."