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“𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥”

IZUKU MIDORIYA x reader

summary: you’ve been dating for three months, and you have never kissed. Izuku either got too nervous or with all of the things happening at UA you just never got a chance, until now.

Y/n and Izuku's hands were clutching each other, it was the only barrier between the pair. They strolled the vacant town to celebrate the holiday that's been marked on their calendars from the start. It was their anniversary.

This one was particularly important, it symbolized that 3 months ago Izuku had awkwardly confessed to y/n without realizing, which luckily sparked a mutual connection between the two.

Their hands swung between them, and the birds made light sounds from the nearby power line. Izuku's mind wasn't nervous at the feeling of his clammy hand intertwining into hers anymore. When they first started dating, he avoided anything physical. This included: hugging, holding hands, cuddling, even kissing.

The thought alone of there being a possibility of him getting the chance to kiss her made his hand tighten within hers.

While the overwhelming thoughts raced his mind, he converted his focus to his feet. The rhythm he was walking in matched her movements perfectly. The sides of his red shoes were wet, the rain water from the previous day still being remnant.

The girl, y/n, walked with a gentle sway in her step, her eyes scanning the quiet shopfronts and empty benches with a soft curiosity. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of jeans, her oversized sweater laying on top of her hand. The fabric a stark contrast to the boy's vibrant locks that danced in the cool breeze. The boy beside her, Izuku, was the picture of absent-minded, his thoughts racing faster than his feet.

Izuku's eyes darted to their entwined hands every few moments, as if to reassure himself that it was indeed real. His thumb traced circles on her palm.

"You're sure you don't mind?" Izuku asked, his voice a gentle rumble in the serene afternoon. He still got anxious at physical contact sometimes. While His gaze remained focused on the cobblestone path, his mind raced with thoughts he hadn't yet shared.

Y/n smiled warmly, her eyes never leaving the quiet street ahead. "Not at all," she said, her voice a soothing melody to his ears. "I enjoy walking with you.” She knew he was referring to the hands between them, but she ignored it.

The breeze picked up, rustling the leaves of the street-side trees. The chilly air kissed their cheeks, a reminder that summer had kissed the town goodbye. A few golden leaves danced around their sneakers, painting the path with an autumnal hue. Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, each step bringing him closer to the actions he longed to do.

They approached the park, the swings swaying lazily in the background like silent sentinels of their distant childhood. The benches were empty, except for a solitary old man feeding pigeons. The world felt as if it had paused just for them, the only sound the distant laughter of children playing tag echoing through the trees.

Y/n's curiosity grew with each step. "What's on your mind, Izuku?" she inquired, her gaze finally settling on his profile.

He took a deep breath, his eyes lingering on her for a brief moment before returning to the path. "It's just... I've been thinking a lot lately," he began, his voice a tentative whisper in the cool air.

The setting sun painted the sky with strokes of pink and orange, the light playing with the strands of his hair. Y/n felt a pang of affection, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. "You can tell me anything," she assured him, her eyes reflecting the warmth of her words.

Izuku swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I... I don't know how to say it," he confessed, his eyes betraying his anxiety.

They stopped at the edge of the park, the swings casting long shadows across the grass. Y/n turned to face him, her gaze filled with patience and understanding. "Take your time," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant giggles of children.

He nodded, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took. "I just... I don't want to mess this up," he murmured, his thumb tracing the back of her hand with featherlight touches.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, her eyes searching his for the unspoken message. She knew he was holding something back, something important. And she was ready to listen.

"You're overthinking it," Y/n said gently, her eyes reflecting the warm glow of the setting sun.

He looked down at their intertwined fingers, feeling the comforting pressure of her hand in his. "What if I do the wrong thing?"

"You won't," she assured him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "We've been through so much already."

He couldn't argue with that. Their relationship had been a series of unexpected twists and turns, but here they were, standing in the quiet embrace of the early evening, the world around them seemingly on pause.

With a sigh, he lifted his eyes to hers, the depth of his feelings reflected in the pools of green. "I know," he said, his voice stronger now. "But I want this to be perfect."

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed as her eyes squinted, the expression of confusion clear on her face. Her eyes met his, his were filled with his usual admiration and it made her know what was about to happen.

Y/n stepped closer, her body brushing against his. She placed her free hand on his chest, feeling the unsteady beat of his heart. "It doesn't have to be perfect," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "It just has to be us."

Her words resonated within him, and he knew she was right. He leaned in, his heart racing as their faces grew closer. The scent of her perfume, a soft blend of vanilla and jasmine, filled his senses, and he felt a warmth spread through his body like a gentle summer breeze.

Their lips met for the first time, a soft, tentative kiss that grew in intensity as the moments stretched out. The metallic smell of the rusted swings mingled with the sweetness of her mouth, and the sound of the chains squeaking in the background became a rhythmic melody to their silent exchange.

The world outside the park grew fuzzy around the edges as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. The laughter of the children playing grew distant, replaced by the sound of their mingled breaths and the pounding of their hearts.

Y/n's hand slid up to cradle his neck, her thumb brushing against the sharpness of his jaw. He deepened the kiss, feeling a surge of emotion that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

When they finally pulled apart, the world snapped back into focus, and they were greeted by the sight of the vibrant oranges and pinks of the sunset, painting the sky above them.

They stepped back, their hands joined again, and took in the beauty of the scene around them. The swings swayed gently, and the first stars began to appear, twinkling like shy spectators to their moment.

With a newfound sense of confidence, he took her hand and led her back onto the path, their steps in sync as they headed back to the dormitory. The first kiss was behind them, but the adventure was just beginning.

[yuzimi-online]

Name: Izuku Midoriya

Series: My Hero Academia

Capsule: Cherry Blossoms

I.D: IZU-001

[yanderemisery]

Izuku Midoriya x reader

Part 1, Part 2.

TW: yandere, non-con, captive darling, infantilisation, creepy deku, dub-con, god complex, protector mentality.

In a secluded, grand manor nestled deep within an impenetrable forest, Izuku Midoriya, a man whose formidable physique and myriad scars bore testament to countless battles, harbored an obsession both peculiar and disquieting.

His expansive domain, with its labyrinthine hallways and ivy-entwined turrets, served as both sanctuary and prison for Darling, the young woman whose very essence captivated him.

Darling, with her luminous innocence and delicate demeanor, seemed a stark contrast to the hardened and battle-scarred figure of Izuku. Her naivety, almost celestial in its purity, stirred in Izuku a consuming need to protect her, albeit through methods that revealed a disturbing blend of affection and control.

To him, Darling was the epitome of fragility—an exquisite treasure he believed could only thrive under his stringent guardianship.

Izuku's obsession with Darling transcended mere affection. It was a profound fixation that saw him elevating his role from protector to custodian of her very existence. His affection for her was palpable, yet it was tainted by an overpowering need to seclude her from the outside world, a world he deemed too dangerous for her delicate sensibilities. He was convinced that Darling's innocence, so vividly contrasting with his own experience, needed to be shielded at all costs.

Despite his assurances of never causing her harm, his actions spoke volumes of a more sinister undertone. Every aspect of Darling's life was meticulously regulated by Izuku, from the foods she consumed to the limited interactions she was permitted. He rationalized these measures as necessary to prevent any potential self-harm, believing that only through his omnipresent vigilance could her purity be preserved.

Darling, for her part, exhibited a blend of fear and resignation. Her attempts to navigate the constraints of her existence were met with a paradoxical blend of nurturing care and domineering authority from Izuku. She would often scurry away from him, a reaction that seemed to only intensify his fixation. In his eyes, her every movement, every glance, was a manifestation of her innate vulnerability-a vulnerability he felt compelled to dominate and shelter.

Izuku's behavior was a complex interplay of genuine concern and possessive control. His past was a tapestry of battles and scars, each mark a testament to his strength and experiences. Yet, in Darling, he sought to cultivate a different narrative—one where his strength was not used to confront external foes but to safeguard an individual he saw as intrinsically inferior to himself.

The manor, with its grandiose architecture and opulent furnishings, became a stage for a relationship that defied conventional understanding. Izuku's love for Darling, though fervent, was paradoxically stifling.

It was a love that demanded complete subservience and isolation, a love that, while professing to shield her, ultimately imprisoned her within the very walls of her supposed sanctuary.

In this isolated realm, the boundary between protector and captor became increasingly blurred. Izuku's desire to maintain Darling's innocence manifested not as a nurturing embrace but as a confining presence that left her trapped between fear and the stark reality of her constrained existence. And thus, within the shadowed halls of the manor, the intricate dance between obsession and affection played out, leaving Darling as both the cherished and captive darling of a man whose understanding of love was as complex as it was contradictory.

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izuku midoriya profile pictures!!

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Cause chapters 424 had me EVAPORATING .. bkdk college au… 💥

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going beyond, and all.

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