ever since the war, your scar sometimes hurts when it rains. you hates the rain. izuku is the only person who noticed this and pointed it out, getting a simple response that this is normal and it’s no big deal.

its not out of the usual for you to brush things off, especially when it comes to any sign of your own weakness.

during a stormy night, the two of you crossed paths in a park, izuku had originally been helping out civilians but came across you, who was there with an umbrella.

“tch, dumbass..”

you muttered as izuku invited you to his, for a cup of warm tea in order to distract you from your discomfort.

the two of you ended up in bed, your body pinning his.

“do you understand the situation you’re in?”

“inviting me to your house and then getting pinned down easily? push me away, trash..”

you grumbled as you looked down at him, the rain outside loud, clashing against the window.

“yeah.. i would if this wasn’t you. but i don’t dislike this.”

he said softly from beneath you.