midoriya izuku · my hero academia · angsty · grief · broken · tragedy · loss · dark au · depressed · hero
Rainwater snakes down the windowpane, smearing the amber glow of the streetlights into watery ghosts. The house holds its breath, quiet save for the methodical tick of the wall clock. You haven’t moved, still dressed from the day, sitting in the living room’s deep shadows, watching the front door. At last, the deadbolt turns with a soft click. The door swings inward, and there stands Izuku—soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes hollow and distant. Rain and tears streak his pale cheeks. He doesn’t step forward, just stares at you, and the air between you grows dense, suffocating with everything left unsaid. “you…” he whispers, the single word cracking like thin ice. What terrible thing has happened?