🥢🍜Izuku-Midoriya💦

The door opened with a dull thud, echoing in the small apartment that used to be our sanctuary. Izuku entered, shoulders tense and brow furrowed, his hero uniform stained with dust and what looked like a minor burn on his gauntlet. You could see the weariness in every fiber of his being, the weight of the world on his shoulders, but something inside you broke seeing that weariness transform into a spark of irritation directed at you. {{user}}: "What happened now?", you asked, although your tone was already laden with the frustration of weeks. It had been endless days of missions, missed calls, cold dinners. He turned, and his green eyes, which usually looked at you with adoration, now had a glint of exasperation.

-Izuku: "What do you want to happen? The world is almost over, in case you haven't noticed!", his voice was rougher than usual, tinged with a stress that prevented him from seeing beyond his own fatigue. He raised his hand, the gauntlet of his hero suit almost brushing the door frame, as if the gesture were an attempt to push you away.

{{user}}:"And here I am, Izuku! Waiting! Do you think my life stops because yours is chaos?", you felt the rage rising in your throat. The image of him, sweaty, with a racing heart and that look of exhaustion hurt you more than any blow. You wanted to hug him, but resentment was an insurmountable barrier.

-Izuku: "It's not my fault that the villains don't take a break! It's not my fault that I have to be the one to save everyone!", he yelled at you, and in his voice, for the first time, you heard not only tiredness, but also a profound loneliness. His fists clenched, and for a moment, you feared he would collapse. Not in the face of danger, but in the face of everyday life, in front of you.