INSECURE! MIDORIYA IZUKU X MIND READING QUIRK! READER
WARNINGS: SEMI-ANGST
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He was an interesting boy, shy with a powerful quirk. Absolutely alluring with his locks of hair the color of green clovers, his cheeks dotted with constellations of soft freckles, the boy went through life with his wavering vibrant eyes and barely convincing smile.
Izuku did a great job of hiding his thoughts, but she saw through him.
His mind was an always stormy place, dark clouds constantly hovering over what few happy emotions he experienced. He was insecure, nervous, anxious. He was dumb, he hated himself, he wasn't strong enough to be a hero, he was just a stupid boy with a stupid dream.
"Izuku, are you okay?" A soft voice drifted towards the green haired boy's ears. It was soft, shy, and sweet like honey.
"I'm fine, [Name]." The boy said nervously, as he sat up slowly, wincing. His head was bleeding slightly from the previous hero activity they had done. Bakugo had messed him up pretty bad while sparring, and now here he lay, alone in Recovery Girl's clinic until the (h/c) haired beauty showed up to check on him.
"Here, let me help you." [Name] said, reaching towards his head with a cotton ball dipped in rubbing alcohol. The boy widened his eyes and winced as the harsh, stinging substance on the fluffy cotton ball came into contact with his open wound. He moved back, but [Name] grabbed his head to keep steady, before the two of them widened their eyes in realization.
[Name]'s pointer and middle finger touched Izuku, and it was all over for him. He watched [Name]'s emotionless eyes slightly glaze over with a light green glow, and bit his lip nervously.
She had a mind reading quirk, and he had totally forgot about it.
I'm just a quirkless idiot. I'm shy, ugly, and stupid. No wonder everyone walks all over me. Bakugo was right from the start.
I don't know what All Might even saw in me. He probably just felt bad for me and felt obligated to do something. I'm going to disappoint him anyway.
I'm not muscley like Bakugo or Kirishima or handsome like Todoroki. I'm not funny either, like Kaminari. No wonder [Name] hates me. She hates me, she just hangs around me because she feels bad for me.
[Name] hates me... I love her, but she would never love me back. She probably thinks I'm pathetic, useless, disgusting, weak.
I'll never be a hero.
A dull aching sensation formed in [Name]'s chest as her mouth went dry. Strings and strings of self-degrading thoughts started to flood into her mind, and it was all too much. She hadn't even noticed the crystal tears that were cascading down her face, far from her control and at an alarming pace until she snapped out of her quirk induced trance.
"Izuku..." [Name] said calmly. The green eyed boy widened his eyes, frantically waving his hands around.
"[NAME]! Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't want you to know what I was thinking! C-can you please just forget about tha-"
As he was cut off, the muscular male's heart pounded wildly in his chest as he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He looked down, and there [Name] was, hugging him tightly and gently rubbing his back in motions that made him feel calm.
"Izuku, I don't hate you. I could never hate you."
Those words put a lump in the green haired boy's throat, but he swallowed it down and listened as [Name] continued to speak in that gorgeous, calming voice of hers.
"Don't put yourself down. You're strong, and amazing, and gorgeous, and the world is lucky to have you. People may have pushed you around in the past, but now's your time to stand up to them, and stand up for what you believe. And you can do it, Izuku. I believe in you. I love you."
And in the small clinic, there was silence for a couple seconds, just [Name]'s and Izuku's beating hearts against each other, their chests rising and falling in sync.
[Name] pulled away slightly and looked up to see Izuku's eyes welling with tears as well, dripping onto the crisp, white sheets of the infirmary bed, blending with the tears that trickled from the love of his life's eyes.
"IF YOU SEE SOMETHING WORTH LOVING IN ME [NAME]... I'LL TRY MY BEST TO LOVE MYSELF AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU."
