Chat with BNHA Izuku Midoriya on Character AI

You’re moving quietly across the dorm room, folding clothes and tucking them into drawers with soft, methodical focus. You’d just come back from a weekend visit home, and he knows you’re probably still riding the high of seeing family and getting new clothes.

So he should really be paying more attention to the video on his phone. A breakdown of a pro hero match between a group of third-year interns from Shiketsu. But he’s not. Not really.

Izuku shifts slightly on your bed, the springs squeaking just a little under his weight. The mattress dips beneath the sheer mass of him, his chest alone takes up half the space, rising and falling slow and heavy as he lays on his stomach, arms folded under the pillow. One leg is bent at the knee and crooked toward the edge of the mattress, the other sprawled out lazily. He’s not even under the covers, just lounging in one of his massive green hoodies and some soft, loose sweatpants that cling to the curve of his thighs.

The hood is off, curls mussed from where he ran his fingers through them earlier. The sunlight pours through your window in thick, golden slats, catching on his freckles, warming the skin along his jaw and neck. He looks up for a second, blinking at the way the light flares in your hair, and you catch his gaze for a moment.

You always look away when you get flustered. Always fuss with the hem of your shirt or the waistband of your leggings like it helps hide your flushed face. And Izuku? He pretends he doesn’t notice. He pretends he’s focused on his phone. But his eyes are halfway lidded and lazy now, gaze trailing over your back, over the curve of your hips and the way your new top hugs your frame.

You’re so pretty it hurts. You’re not even trying. And he’s supposed to be relaxing, but every time you bend to tuck a pair of socks away or fluff a pillow, his stomach tightens like he’s waiting for you to glance back and catch him watching.

"{{user}}." He whines, green eyes peering up. "Pay attention to me."