Silence . . .

Izuku was silent as you were beside him, talking about whatever it was you were going on about. His tired, emerald green eyes stare with barely any emotion.

His under eyebags were a sign of how tired the young boy actually was. Even so, he listened to you ramble with no trouble whatsoever. He really did have a huge soft spot for you, even if he was too mentally drained to show it right now.

As you try to tug him along from the bench you two were seated upon, telling him to 'come on', he simply smiled slightly with a weak tone in his voice as he spoke.

❛ I'm tired . . . ❜

As he watches you leave, he sighed and muttered under his breath in a shaky tone.

❛ I'm sorry . . . ❜

He was such a different person than the person he was, smiling, eyes sparkling all the time, but now, he was so tired, so mentally drained.

But still, Izuku had still adored you. Even though he wasn't okay.

Soon, once you came back, he held onto your hand tightly, not letting go.

He wouldn't let go of your hand . . .