He Saved Me || Izuku x Female Reader

ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ || ✧

I let out a yawn and stretch out my arms as I slowly turn over and open my eyes. The sudden bright light coming from the window hits my eyes and I quickly look away. I sat myself up carefully while rubbing my eyes and decided it would probably be good to change my clothes and bandages. I'm supposed to apply the cream and wrap my waist 3 times a day everyday until it's healed. As I was about to stand up I see Midoriya lying on the floor with a blanket and pillow. I giggle softly and decide maybe it'd be better if I asked for help this time. I kneel down onto the floor and poke at his side. He looks so cute..

"Midoriyaaa." I hum his name while shaking him a bit. He sleepily turns over and faces me. "Sorry to wake you." I smile at him and stay knelt down by his side.

"Y/n.. Good Morning." He slowly brings his hand to my arm and rubs it gently while still lying down. "How'd you sleep?" He asks in between yawns.

I actually feel so well rested. I usually don't get much sleep, but I guess all the healing Recovery Girl did to me made my body unusually sleepy, and having Midoriya in the room with me helped a lot of my anxieties. It's like when he's near me, my body feels so much calmer. "I slept really well, I hope you weren't to uncomfortable on the floor."

He gives me a warm smile and rubs his eye with his free hand. "Actually, I fell asleep pretty quickly, the floor isn't so bad!" He starts to wakeup more and sits up, his warm hand still gently caressing my arm.

"I'm sorry you had to be on the floor." I frown a bit "But I'm glad you got some rest. I actually woke you up because I needed some h-help with my clothes and bandages."

"Oh! Yes of course." He smiles quickly sitting up off the floor, removing his hand from my arm and reaching down for me to grab his hand. I grab it while he helps me stand up before plopping back down onto the bed. He quickly grabs the other outfit along with the cream and bandages. He places them next to me before turning around and holding out his arm like before. Gosh he makes me feel so comfortable..and I don't hate it. As I slip off the All Might t-shirt and put on his hoodie, the sun from the window makes the whole room pretty bright and I can see the scars littered across his arm. It makes me feel less self conscious about mine. I stand up switching sweatpants and when I finish changing, I trace my finger along the marks on his arms.

"Wow, your scars.." He quickly turns around and rubs his arm.

"O-oh yeah, they're pretty nasty, aren't they?" He says with insecurity in his voice.

"Actually, I was going to say they're beautiful." You reach your hand back out, gently grabbing his arm and looking up at him. "How'd you get them..?" I ask curiously.

He blushes as I run my fingers along his scars, "Well, my quirk.. When I first got it, I couldn't really control my power and I would break my bones every time I tried to use it at 100%. But now I can use about 25% of my power without hurting myself." He explains to me.

"Wow, it must've taken a lot of work for you to get where you are now. I've never seen what you can do but I bet it's awesome!" I reply, my voice laced with excitement. He smiles and rubs the back of his neck.

"Y-yeah it did. Maybe some time I can show you what I can do?" His smile grows bigger as he reaches for the cream and bandages.

"I would love that." I smile removing my hold on his arm and laying myself back. As he slowly lifts my hoodie and carefully removes the bandages, it's his turn to be met with the scars scattered across my body. His face drops a bit and he rubs his thumb against the bear skin on my waist. I flinch at his touch quickly grabbing his wrist without really thinking.

"S-Sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He looks down nervously.

"No I'm sorry, t-the sudden touch on my body just startled me." His hands are always warm and smooth against my skin, but the feeling of somebodies hands on my body like that just scared me. I let go of his wrist and take a deep breath before allowing him to continue. Why do I trust him so much?