BNHA - One Shots

43 - {{ Imagine }}

Imagine 02 - He's Scared of Thunder
Various x GN Reader
Word Count: 2,935

(A/N: This is by far one of my favorite imagines/works from this entire book. I thought the writing still held up pretty well, and y'all liked it a lot which always makes me very happy.)

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Izuku Midoriya

   You sat, crossed legged, on the bed of your dorm room. As much as you dreaded it, you had to finally work on Present Mic's English homework. You had to choose one of the many English children's books he had (for whatever reason) and answer a few basic questions on it. Admittedly, there was nothing too complicated about the book you chose. But, it was still an assignment you wanted to continue procrastinating. 

A gentle rain was pattering against your balcony window as you read. The clouded sky outside darkened your room a bit and brought you a bit of a fuzzy feeling as you worked. You'd been hearing some low rumbles of thunder off in the distance for the past several hours as the rain had been falling, yet it suddenly made its presence known with a loud clap. Your room had been illuminated a blue-white for a moment from the flash of light followed by the startling crashing sound of thunder. The sound rumbled within the sky before quieting.

"Geez, I didn't think the storm was that bad out there." You commented as you looked towards your window. Droplets continued to pelt your window. They were almost in sync with the subsequent knock on your door only moments after you spoke. 

"It's unlocked!" You were too comfy to get up now.

The door opened a crack before the person entered and quietly closed the door behind them. You didn't even really need to look up to know it was your boyfriend, Izuku.

"Hey Izu, what's up!" You greeted him.

"Can– can I stay with you a bit?" He asked. The green haired boy's eyes darted every which way while he fiddled with the strings of the All Might hoodie he was wearing. 

"Sure, I'm just working on English, so I won't be very interesting to talk to for a minute." You replied.

"No worries." He replied before taking a seat at your desk. Despite your close relationship, he rarely sat on your bed with you unless you immediately offered it.

With quick succession from the first flash of lightning, a second one struck and rattled the windows once more.

"Wow, it's really bad out there." You commented. As your gaze shifted back to him, you were met with an oddly unfamiliar sight. The hero in training looked scared: hands clamped around his ears, eyes dead set to your slightly opened window, and body curled into himself.

"Um– Izuku?" Your voice took on a more concerned tone as you looked at the cowering teen.

"Sorry, it just startled me," he began, "I don't think I've ever seen thunderstorms this big before."

"Izuku." You tried to interrupt him, but he continued.

"Who knows where it might strike. Maybe it'll hit a tree or even a building!" Izuku continued on. You called his name out again to no avail.

"That'd be awful if it was a building! I'd hope heroes or fire rescue could reach them in time." His ramblings didn't cease with another call of his name. "Although, I guess they're much more often to hit somewhere in the middle of nowhere rather than any specific place or person–" 

"Izuku!" This time your call worked as he turned his attention towards you.

"Oh, sorry, I was muttering again. You should get back to your English homework. I didn't mean to distract you!" He attempted to correct himself.