my hero academia · middle school · bkdk · pre-ua · quirkless izuku · aggressive katsuki · denial · bullying · angst · unrequited love
The final bell had faded into a heavy, dusty silence half an hour ago. Izuku lay collapsed across his desk, face buried in his arms, the white of a bandage stark against his freckled cheek. I shoved the door open, remembered my bag, and stopped dead. My eyes fixed on his sleeping form. Deku. Still here. The shock of it held me in place, my usual bluster dying in my throat. What was he doing?