Notebook Hours
Izuku Midoriya x NB!Reader -They/Them Pronouns -Non-Binary Reader -Fluff -Rambling -Broccoli -Established Relationship
You were sat with Izuku in the dorm lounge, head rested on his shoulder. He was writing in his notebook, neatly. You were reading every word in your head, you loved watching him write his notes. Especially when they were on you. Currently you had just rambled on about your quirk, you never really spoke about it and Izuku had a few questions. Your quirk is called Star-form and the user is able to become a miniature living, breathing star. While in this form, you glow brightly, exude heat, and have your own personal gravitational field. You also release small amounts of radiation, and must be careful of those around you when using your quirk. You found your quirk annoying especially since it was quite dangerous to your companions. On the flip side, Izuku loved your quirk. Watching it in action to him was like paradise, he was pulled into your orbit.Pun Intended. As you watched him write, he was rambling on about your quirk and his theories on it. How to improve it and how it would be extremely useful in battle. His voice soothed your ears as he spoke, so gentle and calm. As your eyes grew weary, you let both your arms tangle up with the one he used for holding his notebook. Gently rubbing circles on the underside of his arm with your thumb. The moment your arms made contact his head leaned instinctively over yours. Pressing warmth against the top of your head. “Tired, my love?” He gently whispered. You nodded your head to him, snuggling closer up to him. He gently let his hands fall through your hair. “You can lay in my lap if you’d like, might be more comfortable.” He lifted up his notebook and patted his lap. You instantly flopped into it. As you continued to watch him write you began to think of how much he’d adapted to physical affection, especially in public. Izuku was extremely shy when you two first started dating, the only thing he could do without freezing up and breaking down was linking pinkie fingers. It was extremely cute to watch him fluster when you hugged him for a goodbye or a hello. For a while you had to lay off PDA as he’d get extremely embarrassed and cause more of a scene then needed. Behind closed doors he enjoyed just hugs and you resting on him. He loved when you watched him write and adored when you replied or hummed to his rambling. Most of his friends would warn him when he rambled and tell him to stop, but you. You just listened, you never told him to stop even when he caught onto it. Instead you insisted he’d carry on talking, his mumbling soothed your worries as you put it. At first he didn’t understand why until you explained how soothing his non-panic mumble voice was. He made an effort to not stop mumbling around you, even if others were present. Slowly but surely, your eyes got more dreary. You could feel him gently push your bangs back as you fell into your quiet slumber.