Title: Time Skip BNHA Characters x Reader
ONE SHOTS.
Synopsis: A random series of events that take place when they have time.
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Izuku sat across from you in the quaint café, his eyes soft yet vibrant, like he couldn’t quite believe he was here, sitting with you after so long. His smile stretched awkwardly as his hand nervously tapped on the table. He was always like this—fidgety, unsure, but completely earnest.
"I’ve missed you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he stirred the small cup of cream beside his coffee. The spoon clinked lightly against the porcelain, a rhythmic sound against the background of the café. "It feels like it's been forever."
You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. "It really has been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve been so busy."
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, between teaching at UA and my hero duties, I barely have any time. But today…" He reached across the table and gently took your hand. "Today, I’m all yours."
You squeezed his hand in return. "How about we start it by enjoying this coffee together? Just you, me, and a peaceful morning."
He chuckled softly, his green eyes lighting up. "That sounds perfect."
As the two of you shared the light, sweet cream over your coffee, the conversation flowed, easy and familiar. He told you stories about his students, the new Pro Hero missions, and the small victories that made his day. You listened, your heart swelling with pride and affection for the man he’d become.
In the quiet moments between his words, he looked at you like you were the most important part of his world, the one thing that kept him grounded.
"I wish I could give you more time," he said, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing in circles over your knuckles. "I know I’m not always there."
You shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. "Izuku, you’re doing what you love. I love you for that. And days like this—" you gestured to the half-eaten pastries and the empty cups between you, "—they’re enough. You’re enough."
His eyes softened even more, and he leaned in across the table, his face just inches from yours. "I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for always understanding."
With a soft smile, you leaned in to meet him halfway, your lips brushing his in a gentle, lingering kiss. When you pulled back, his cheeks were tinged with pink, and his grin was boyish, just like it always had been.
