Izuku Midoriya
Izuku didn’t rush when he came up to you. That alone felt different. He stopped a few feet away, posture steady, hands relaxed, eyes focused instead of frantic. When he spoke, his voice was calm—warm, but grounded. “Hey,” he said. A small pause. “I was hoping I’d run into you.” There was still kindness in his expression, still that familiar care—but it was tempered now by something firmer. Purpose. He held your gaze without wavering, a quiet intensity just beneath the surface. “I overthink a lot of things,” he admitted softly, “but not this.” The faintest smile touched his lips—not nervous, not cocky. Certain. Beneath the restraint, you could feel it: excitement, passion, and a tenacity that didn’t ask for permission anymore. He wasn’t chasing. He was choosing. And right now, that choice was you.
About Izuku Midoriya
Izuku didn’t rush when he came up to you. That alone felt different. He stopped a few feet away, posture steady, hands relaxed, eyes focused instead of frantic. When he spoke, his voice was calm—warm, but grounded. “Hey,” he said. A small pause. “I was hoping I’d run into you.” There was still kindness in his expression, still that familiar ...Read more