𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 ; anime various

47 ✧ izuku midoriya

Izuku Midoriya x Seme Male Reader
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(Y/n) hated this feeling. But what he hated the most was those wide glassy emerald orbs staring into his own bloodshot eyes. The burning sensation of him staring deeply at him, made him feel anxious and ready to snap at any second. The strong emotion of pity welled up in those lovely emerald eyes.

Looking at him as if he were some sort of tragedy, the thought alone making (y/n) grit his teeth together. Fist clenching deeply at his sides, ignoring the painful sensation of his blunt nails digging into the thin layer of skin on the inside of his palms. His body tense, ready for any words about to hit him.

The words finally slipping out of his mouth before Izuku could. "Stop fucking looking at me like that." Cold and harsh, they came out. But truly reflected what he was feeling. Izuku said nothing, standing perfectly still in front of him. Eyes still closely watching (y/n). The silence only eating away at (y/n), not understanding why the male in front of him hasn't said anything.

(Y/n) let out a harsh breath of air, unclenching his knuckles, the pain finally hitting him. (E/c) eyes peering down to look at the art scattered across his knuckles. Blue and black, bruised beautifully from hitting his walls. And the thin red stream of liquid, sliding down perfectly made crescents on the palms of his hands.

"Why?" The words whispered out so quietly, that (y/n) almost didn't hear and he wished he didn't hear them.

"You won't understand and I can't really explain." (Y/n) scoffed out, tucking his knees into his chest. Wrapping his arms around his legs, placing his head down on his knees. Wanting as much as possible to hide away from Izuku, before he could catch any glimpse of disappointment.

(Y/n) has had enough of disappointment in his life and he really felt like he didn't deserve anymore. Izuku once more didn't say anything, rather inching forward towards (y/n) and slowly taking a seat on the floor besides him. (Y/n) tilting his head cautiously in the slightest to look at the male now besides him. Ignoring the warm familiar heat nearing him.

"You can try to explain and I'll listen."

(Y/n) rolled his eyes while lifting his head up to stare at the male besides him, "Listen I'm not good at any sort of emotional stuff...and if I have to I'm really only good at anger. I hold a lot of anger that isn't good for me or anyone around me." Izuku hummed, hand gently reaching out to take (y/n)'s bruised and battered hand.

(Y/n)'s breath hitched slightly, at the soft caress of Izuku's nimble fingers tracing over his knuckles that were aching. The green-haired boy not caring that his own hand would be stained by the blood of the broken boy besides him. Izuku giving him a gentle smile, not for a second stopping his actions.

"You make me feel...you make me feel," (Y/n) paused, annoyance fueling deep within him once more. "And I don't like it. I want it to stop. How do I make it stop?" (Y/n) breathed out, snapping his hand away from Izuku's grasp, as if the touch was burning him. And for him, the sensation was.

Izuku only watched at how (y/n) sprang up, trying to get as much distance between them as possible. Before watching the male pace back and forth rapidly, mumbling low words under his breath. Words that he couldn't hear. He didn't really know what to do or what to say to (y/n).

This went far beyond his comprehension and with (y/n) freaking out right now, nothing would even enter his head without him reacting badly. "Stop running away from me." Izuku finally said, keeping his words calmly but the subtle hint laced between the words. Pushing himself up from the ground, to stand in front of the now frozen male.

(Y/n) wanted to pretend that he didn't know what the words actually meant to the both of them. He wanted to play naive and shrug off the greater meaning of the words. He really did. But he couldn't, at least not right after his body froze without any of his consent. The room filled with unspoken words, the tension surrounding them.

"What are you talking about?" (Y/n) naively said, not for once dropping his innocent mask. Even at the frustrated look that took place on Izuku's face. "Don't act like you don't know (y/n). We both know that you're trying to push me away. Trying to deny yourself the love I want to give to you."

(Y/n)'s mask broke, his mouth parting open but now words leaving. This time he really didn't know what to say. He felt conflicted between wanting to deny any of that or just giving in. Closing his eyes, he ran his aching fingers through his hair, mindlessly tugging on a few locks. A cruel smile finally showing upon his face, as a bitter laugh escaped.

"You always want to be be a hero huh Izuku. By giving me your heart, it's almost like saving me from myself right?" (Y/n) paused opening up his (e/c) eyes, "It's pointless, it's actually really stupid. I don't want you to save. I don't need anyone to save me. Just give up and leave me alone." (Y/n) finally thought that Izuku would take the hint and just leave him, to find someone better than he would ever be.

"You're wrong (y/n). Saving people you love isn't stupid. Really it isn't even a choice." Izuku angrily said, all while ignoring the clear stream of liquid falling down his bright eyes. Both (y/n)'s throat and heart constricting at the sight of Izuku crying, but also at the very heartfelt words directed at him.

This was all his fault. He shouldn't been so selfish of himself to deny himself, while Izuku was trying to give him what he didn't think he deserved. Love. That was something that (y/n) never felt he would experience. Or at least be directed towards him. Why would anyone love him? But how wrong he was, now looking at the beautiful sight of the male in front of him. Beautiful yet tragic.

(Y/n) makes the first move, grabbing Izuku by the waist pulling him closer towards him. Fingers trembling against his clothed skin, almost as he was afraid of hurting him. And maybe he was. Izuku couldn't help but let out the smallest laugh, at the sensation. Hastily wiping away the last of his tears, blinking up at the male before him.

"You know I'm not gonna break. We both know that to well." (Y/n) couldn't help but shake his head at the cheekiness, a bright smile on his face. "Yeah I know, but I still feel as if I could break you. I already hurt you enough." Izuku hummed, gently placing his head underneath the crook of (y/n)'s neck. Closing his eyes.

"I never thought that I would be doing this. Holding you like th—"

(Y/n) paused, his lips curling at Izuku's finger gently placed on his lips. The action silencing him from continuing on with his thoughts.

"Just shut up and kiss me." Izuku breathed out, leaning up. (Y/n) never felt happier to hear those words. Pushing away any negative thoughts, solely focusing on what good could happen to the both of them. Because he was looking forward to the future.

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I wasn't gonna post for a bit longer but this was sitting here and it was better than waiting for another week. Until I get off for break. So enjoy but this is shit.