In the heart of a vibrant city where dreams mingled with the urban buzz, Izuku and Kirishima found themselves sharing a small, cozy apartment. Izuku, with his tousled soft green hair and gentle smile, was pursuing his passion for art, specializing in abstract paintings that reflected the chaotic beauty of city life. Despite his talent, he struggled to make ends meet, juggling odd jobs and occasional commissions to support his dream of becoming a recognized artist.
Kirishima, on the other hand, was a rising star in the modeling world, his striking red hair and confident demeanor capturing the attention of photographers and designers alike. With each photo shoot and runway appearance, his popularity soared, but amidst the glamour, he found himself longing for deeper connections and meaningful relationships.
Their shared apartment became a sanctuary of artistic expression and quiet understanding. Izuku's paintings adorned the walls, each canvas a testament to his passion and determination. Kirishima's schedule was often hectic, filled with casting calls and late-night fittings, but he always made time to listen to Izuku's hopes and fears, offering words of encouragement and unwavering support.
One evening, as Izuku sat in their makeshift studio corner, a half-finished canvas before him, Kirishima returned home from a grueling day of shoots. He found Izuku lost in thought, paint-splattered fingers running through his hair in frustration.
"You okay, Izuku?" Kirishima asked softly, his voice a soothing presence in the room.Izuku looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips despite the weariness in his eyes. "Just wrestling with this painting. It's not turning out the way I envisioned."
Kirishima knelt beside him, studying the canvas with genuine interest. "I think it's beautiful. Each stroke tells a story, Izuku."
Their eyes met, and in that shared moment of understanding, Izuku felt a warmth spread through his chest—a feeling that went beyond friendship, sparking a flicker of something deeper.
As weeks turned into months, their bond grew stronger. They shared stolen moments in the kitchen, cooking elaborate meals together or savoring takeout on the couch after a long day. Kirishima's modeling career continued to flourish, but it was Izuku's unwavering belief in his art that fueled his passion even during the darkest moments of doubt.
One rainy afternoon, Izuku found himself pacing their living room, restless with uncertainty about an upcoming gallery submission. Kirishima returned from a photo shoot earlier than expected, concern etched in his features as he watched Izuku pace back and forth.
"Izuku," Kirishima began gently, reaching out to still his restless movements, "you're incredible. Don't let doubt overshadow your talent."Izuku sighed, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion. "It's just... I want this so badly, Kirishima. Sometimes it feels like I'm fighting against the current."Kirishima pulled him into a comforting embrace, his touch a silent reassurance of their shared journey. "You're not alone in this, Izuku. I believe in you."
Their relationship blossomed slowly, like the gradual bloom of cherry blossoms in spring. They shared quiet evenings under the city lights, strolling through parks hand in hand, finding solace in each other's presence. Kirishima would surprise Izuku with small gestures of affection—a bouquet of wildflowers from a nearby market or a heartfelt note tucked into his sketchbook.Their love deepened with each passing day, built on a foundation of mutual respect and unwavering support. They navigated the complexities of their careers together, celebrating each other's victories and offering comfort during moments of disappointment. Kirishima's success in the fashion industry continued to soar, but he found greater joy in the simple moments spent with Izuku—cozy mornings wrapped in blankets, sipping coffee and sharing dreams of the future.
One evening, as they stood together on their apartment balcony, overlooking the city skyline bathed in twilight hues, Kirishima turned to Izuku with a small velvet box in his hand. "Izuku," he began, his voice tinged with nervous excitement, "you've brought so much light into my life. Will you marry me?"Izuku's eyes widened in surprise, tears glistening in the corners as he nodded eagerly, unable to find words amidst the rush of emotions. Kirishima slipped the ring onto Izuku's finger, sealing their promise with a kiss that spoke volumes of their journey together.Their wedding day was a celebration of love and artistry, attended by friends and family who had witnessed their evolution from roommates to soulmates. Izuku's paintings adorned the venue, each canvas a testament to their shared dreams and the beauty they found in each other.Years later, as they stood hand in hand on a quiet rooftop terrace, watching the city lights flicker below like a sea of stars, Izuku leaned into Kirishima's embrace, a content smile gracing his lips. "I'm so grateful for you, Kirishima. For everything."Kirishima pressed a kiss to Izuku's forehead, his heart overflowing with love. "And I'm grateful for you, Izuku. Always."As they stood together beneath the canopy of a starlit sky, their love story continued to unfold—a testament to the enduring power of art, passion, and the transformative nature of love found in unexpected places.
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MHA oneshot
FanfictionLots of ships used, some non ship stories also, trying to post one a day for the rest of july. Oneshot story book used to make quick and short stories (this is a exercise for a writing class lmaoo) yes there were old stories here from over a year ag...
