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“ your hero ” [ izuku midoriya ]

╰┈➤ pairing: spiderman!deku x gn!reader

╰┈➤ warnings: mention of being followed/stalked, reader ends up bruised.

╰┈➤ word-count: 852

╰┈➤ a/n: a very vauge- not the most well done spiderman!au to attempt and quell my brainrot. this is all rambles and probably makes no sense.

Izuku wished he'd been more careful- wished he'd thought more.

He wasn't thinking at all, though. All he could hear was the sound of your voice- how scared you'd seemed when you called him. The fast beat of your heart as you hurried back from the corner store. He should've already been with you. Shouldn't have let you go alone. He was sore and tired from patrol, so you went alone. His fault. He didn't think when he found you. He just wanted to get you away from the threat.

It's all he can think about on his way back to his apartment, one hand tangled in webbing and the other buried in your jacket, holding you flush against his chest. He knows how painful the trip must be for you- trying his best to soften the landings and not swing too harshly around corners.

And you don't want to make him feel worse, you can see the trembling of his chin under bright spandex, but you can't help the yelps that escape when he lands too roughly on a roof. He mumbles apologies every second, clutching you tight as tears begin to bubble on his lashes.

You also can't help the heavy sigh of relief when you're finally at his building, sat on his plush bed and your head stops rushing. Izuku refuses to look at you, pulling your shirt over your head to bare your wounds. "It could be worse," you offer. You can't tell his expression, but he ignores you, worrying over the little splotches of purple and red.

"I'm- I-," you know his lower lips wobbling even if you can't see it. The fabric covering his nose heaves with his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, honey- I should've," Izuku kneels between your knees, frantically ripping the mask from his face. You're met with the expression you expected, glassy and guilty. You can see all the worries, the blame, swirling around his skull.

"I shouldn't have gone with you, 'zuku- it's my fault." You wish your breath was a little more even, "it's always dangerous this time of night. I didn't listen to-"

He huffs roughly, staring pointedly at your feet, "I still didn't come with you." You let out a shaky breath, grappling for his hands and squeezing down. "I let you go alone, didn't I?" You can feel his fingers trembling under your own, pulling him up to sit on the bed next to you. "I'm sorry."

"I told you I'm- fuck- okay." Your breath hitches under a new wave of pain. Your ribs throb- definitely bruised, you grasp harder at Izuku's hands.

He watches you helplessly from his seat, flexing gloved fingers, "I'm so sorry." Tears begin to track over his freckled cheeks, "I'm sorry."

You catch his jaw in your palms, "I'm fine, baby. It could be worse, trust me." You can tell the reassurance doesn't mean much to him. He's still staring down at his hands and pushing back tears.

"I shouldn't have pushed you out of the way," he whimpers. "What if something worse had happened?" He worries, lip caught between his teeth, "I could've really hurt you. Or worse and it would've been my fau-"

"Izuku Midoriya," his eyes snap to yours, widened and glassy. "That dude could have killed me, okay?" You watch his jaw clench- green eyes sharpening suddenly. "You did what you thought was best. You removed me from the threat. You did a good job, okay?"

He nods at you, forces a tight smile- but you can tell he doesn't mean it. It's like he thinks you're lying to him- that you hate him, deep down. Like you're going to leave the second he turns around. But you're not.

"Izuku, look at me," you tug him closer to you, palms cradling tear-streaked cheeks. "You did what was right. You protected the civilian, you caught the assailant, you saved me. That's what you've always wanted to do, what you've dreamed of. That's what you did." A smile finally tugs at his lips again and he nods, sweat-slicked curls bouncing. He slumps against you when you pull him into you, nosing into your neck.

"You know I love you, right?" He hums, pressing a kiss to the juncture of your neck. "Good. 'Cause in the nicest, most loving way possible- I need an icepack and you need a shower."

He huffs a laugh, pulling back to press a short kiss to your lips, "m'kay. I'll be right back, okay- try to stay sitting up, hon."

"You act like I'm dying, 'Zuku," you squeeze his hand. "I'm just a little banged up."

Izuku frowns, cupping the side of your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. "Pinky promise?"

You huff a laugh, staring at his extended finger before uniting it with yours, "pinky promise." The smile that breaks across his face makes your heart hurt.