bnha scenarios

midoriya izuku | 💕⚠

prompt: unsatisfied with herself, y/n mopes and izuku does what he does best; be an angel.
category: fluffentine's + trigger warning
trigger warning: mention of scars (no self h*rm)
character: midoworiya izuwuku
word count: 1585

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SHE BIT HER LIP, glancing in the mirror again. There they were. Big, prominent, lining her stomach and her torso, stretching from one side of her hip to the other in a disgusting manner that made her want to throw up right then and there. She knew why they were there; why the marks on her skin had simply grown over the years.

Y/n had worked tirelessly as a pro-hero, draining her body and her mental health, only having enough energy to collapse into bed every night. However, after having seen enough of her suffering, Izuku had pushed her to take a few weeks off. And now, here she stood. Some part of her hated him for it. 

She hated him for putting her out of work, for making her feel even more useless by simply staying at home. Yet, he always greeted her with a warm smile and with endless love in his eyes, something that washed away her worries in seconds. He wasn't home this time, though, forcing her to gaze at herself in a disgusting manner.

Her work had always given her a distraction from this; a new scar would just land her in the hospital and she wouldn't have time to worry about it since Izuku and her friends would be a blubbering mess over her healing figure instead. Y/n had given her all to save others, to help people she hardly knew. For what, a bucketload of self loath?

Her eyes glazed over, bottom lip trembling. It was pathetic. Utterly pathetic. How can you be a hero for citizens if you can't even save yourself? I'm the reason for these scars. If I had just dodged all those attacks. . . Y/n swallowed harshly, the sudden creak of the door forcing her to pull her shirt down and wipe at her eyes furiously.

One hand shot out to lock the bathroom door and she let out a sigh of relief, knowing that she could just sit in the bathroom for a few minutes to get rid of the redness around her eyes. "Hey, babe!" Midoriya shouted into the apartment and she could practically hear him whirl his head around in confusion. "Y/n, where are you?"

Y/n cleared her throat, "I'm in here!"

The green-haired boy's brows instantly furrowed at her tone and he steadily stepped towards the locked door. "Baby?" His voice was soft and Y/n felt like falling apart all over again. Why was she thinking these things? In what world was she given the right to put herself down? She was supposed to be a hero; not a sulker.

A wave of shame washed over her and it only hit harder when he called out her voice a little quieter. "Y/n, I can give you some space, if you want. Still, though, I can tell you're upset and I don't want you to suffer alone if I know there's something I can do about it." His tone was peaceful and not demeaning in the slightest.

Y/n wrapped her arms around herself and she leaned forward, loud sobs leaving her. In what world did she deserve him? Why was she like this anyway? Cooped up in this small apartment with nothing but her self-hatred; she was pathetic, her scars were pathetic, this was pathetic. She wasn't entitled to these thoughts and she wasn't entitled to him either.

That's what it felt like, an endless road of shame and depression filling her veins. Midoriya heard the sobs, contemplating briefly. Usually, when she was upset, she wanted to be left alone, afraid that she could lash out at someone at any given time. It had happened before between them, but the broccoli was incredibly understanding, simply giving her a comforting hug.

Izuku couldn't take it anymore, swiftly breaking the lock with his strong grip as the door swung open. His expression softened at the sight of his girlfriend sitting on the bathroom floor, the boy crouching as he set his hands on her shoulder gently. "Hey, baby. What's wrong?" Y/n could hardly sound out any words, tears streaming down her cheeks.

His frown deepened as he brushed away her tears. The male silently waited for her to finish her crying session, knowing that her speech would be far from coherent. "C'mere," He muttered, pulling her closer to him. Instinctively, she climbed into his lap and held onto him tightly, burying her face in the junction between his neck and his shoulder as she cried.

"Let it all out," Midoriya hummed softly, rocking side to side in a comforting manner.

After her cries had quieted down, her grip didn't seem to loosen and he let out a sigh. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong, baby?" Y/n didn't say anything at first, her arms merely tightening around him. He didn't complain, letting her do as she pleased. The cold of the bathroom tiles didn't bother him, nor did the slight cramp in his legs.

All that mattered to him was her. Even if there were citizens that needed saving, even if being a hero was his dream, his priorities had drastically changed over time. He had realized over the years that you can't save everyone; it's impossible, but you can treasure the ones that you have saved. The ones that have seemingly saved you in return.

All Might's passing had taught him that; it was devastating, but a harsh lesson to Izuku about the mortality of humans. Slowly, her lips parted and a single word slipped past them. "Scars," He frowned at the sound. Brows furrowing, he thought of a way to comfort her, silently rocking her for a bit before quietly asking her to pull away.

"Y/n, can you lean back? You don't have to look at me, alright? Just look at my arms, I'll show you something." Y/n contemplated for a moment before loosening her grip and shifting back, her back braced against the bathtub. Her head instantly dipped down, avoiding eye contact as they landed on his arms instead.

He took in a breath, "Y/n, do you think I'm beautiful?"

His question was simple, one that seemed stupid to her. Her brows furrowed, bottom lip jutting out into a small pout. "Izuku, you're always handsome." He shook his head, "But I have scars too." It didn't take a rocket scientist for Y/n to tell what he was doing. She chewed on her bottom lip, "Don't say that. I'm. . . I'm not you, Izuku. It's different."

Izuku frowned. This'll take more than I thought. He sharply inhaled, "But it's not, Y/n. Scars don't define you, alright? I have so many on me and so do you and so does any other hero; it's never a bad thing. They're never a bad thing. They show where you've been, what you've gone through, the absolute resilience you have as a human being; as a pro-hero."

She let him gently move her sweater up, his warm fingers adoringly sliding against the ripples of her skin that waved and dipped with each scar. "You have these scars because it shows what you've put on the line, how many people you've saved, how many times you've risked your life. It takes a lot to do things like that, I know."

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I won't degrade your insecurities; I won't call them stupid or consider them pathetic because they're not. Your feelings are as valid as the next person. Just because you're a hero, or a woman, or some kind of public figure doesn't change the impact of your struggles; mental or physical. You're Y/n before any of that."

"And you know," Izuku let out a soft laugh, making her tilt her head up to look at him. He looked at her with adoring eyes. "I fell in love with you for you. Not because of how you look, that was a mere fraction of it. Marrying you, I made a promise to love you for better or worse. If this is your worst, I'll be here. When you're at your best, I'll still be here." He reassured with a warm smile.

"It's not my role as a husband or anything like that," He could see the doubt swimming in her eyes as he continued to beam at her kindly. "It's because I love you. Even if we didn't get married, I'd view you just the same. You're amazing, Y/n; much more than you give yourself credit for. And I'll help you until you see yourself in the same light."

Midoriya briefly pecked her lips, a bright pink painting his cheeks at the action. Y/n looked at him wordlessly before her eyes glazed over again, pooling over as they spilled down her face. "You p-promise?" Her voice cracked, the girl helplessly stuttering in front of her husband. He grinned at her, wiping away her tears like he had done earlier.

"I promise."

She tightened her grip around him suddenly, leaning into him. He let her, wrapping his arms around her firmly only to pull her closer if that was even possible. "I love you," The girl mumbled quietly, her voice hardly coherent. If her mouth wasn't so close to his ear, Izuku was sure he would've never heard it.

"I love you too, Y/n."

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