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Middle school! Izuku Midoriya x blind! reader
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Ah, bullying. Something that was well known to Izuku Midoriya. And even more so to you, Y/N. But as long as you had each other, things would be fine. One fair morning you walked back home after school, hand in hand. Izuku trying to act completely normal and that this was just something best friends do. Obviously. You did have a walking stick, to help feel your way around, but you trusted Izuku.
Izuku glanced at you, taking in your appearance. Your dull e/c eyes, your nice h/c hair, your calm expression. He sighed, you were beautiful. You turned to face him, and he immediately looked away, forgetting you were blind. “Mm, Zuku?” You asked, “Yeah?”
“Thanks for defending me. But I was totally fine back there.” You say, smiling. Izuku flushed, rubbing the back of his neck, babbling. “I-it wasn’t a problem! And, while I know you can defend yourself just fine, it was Kachan, and I don’t think he was gonna go easy on you.”
You nodded, biting your lip. “True. But you got hurt because of me.” Izuku nodded, shaking his head. “It’s fine! Just as long as you’re fine, Y/N.” he said, looking at his feet. You paused, looking at him. God, you were beautiful. He thought to himself.
You tsked. “The least I can do for you is heal your bruises.” Izuku stopped walking, letting go of your hand. “N-No, that’s not necessary! Don’t waste your quirk on me! That’ll leave you tired!” You shook your head, taking his wrist. “I want to. Now show me the bruises, and whatever scrapes you have.”
He blushed, gulping. “F-Fine..” he rolled up his sleeves, and she took his arm, feeling him. She stared at nothing, then pinched him. He tensed, “That hurt.” She smiled, “Calm down. I need to feel your bruises. So if you don’t wanna feel pain, be a good boy and tell me exactly where they are.”
He huffed, taking her hand and showing him all his injuries. You nodded, feeling everything. Slowly you started to heal him, the colour’s dim aura surrounding his injuries. Finally you finished, and stepped back, wobbling a bit.
He immediately steadied you, and took your backpack off of your shoulders. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Hey, give it back.” He shook his head indignantly. “No. I’ll take it for you. You’re tired.” You grumbled, but didn’t refuse. “Fine.” He nodded, then shyly took your hand again, and you made your way back home. Just two friends, walking home, with absolutely no feelings for the other one. Obviously. And he totally wasn’t thinking about how he had a cut on his face and that he could have had you touch his face with your soft and gentle hands. Nope.
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Done! :)