You Are Enough
A/N: My first ever post so I hope it's not too bad!
Pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya x Gn! Reader
Warnings: None!
Genre: Angst + Fluff
Summary: You're not feeling the greatest about yourself, but Izuku helps
Word Count: 1.5k
Izuku was sitting uncomfortably in the chair in his office, typing away on his keyboard. It was a late night of answering emails that he had to fill out so he could get home to you, his loving partner. He stood up when he finished, letting out a groan as he stretched. He picked up his duffle bag which inside held his hero costume.
The drive home was a long one, he couldn’t wait to get home, take a shower and relax. When he got home he forced himself to wake up slightly, so when you saw him, he’d be full of energy, like he always seemed to be. He stepped out his car and quickly grabbed all he needed so he could get inside as soon as possible
“Baby, I’m home!” He called out, hoping he’d hear an answer. But none came. It was weird enough that you weren’t waiting for him, you usually were. Of course that’d be okay, maybe you could’ve been doing something at the moment, plus, sometimes he didn’t come home at the time he said he would. He had definitely missed the mark today, being more than a few hours late. But you didn’t even bother to answer him, that was extremely unlike you. He dropped his bag on the floor near the couch, walking around the house to find you and where you could be. No food had been made, not from what he saw, nothing was out of place, and there was no you. You were not around. “Honey? Are you home?” He questioned, checking in the bedroom, but you were not there. He sighed. Where were you? Maybe you weren’t home? That had to be it. He decided a shower was in order, he couldn’t think like this. His brain was all fuzzy after using it all day. He grabbed a tank top and headed towards the bathroom, hoping to relieve himself of the stress that had been looming over his body. When his hand grabbed hold of the door handle he heard a loud sob come from the bathroom. He paused and tensed up. It was you, it had to be you. He slowly opened the door, it let out a small creek. He saw you. You were on the floor, you were wearing shorts and you had no shirt on. Your eyes were puffy from crying. You froze up when you heard the door open.
“‘Zu?... ‘Zuku?” You asked even though you knew it was him. It was just your luck. Of course he had to find you now out of all the times he could’ve found you. You quickly tried to wipe away your tears as the hero approached you, crouching down to your level. His warm hand found its way to your shoulder. You were cold, a lot colder than normal. You bite your lip, trying to stop warm blobs of water from falling from your eyes. “I- I’m sorry.” You mumble out. His brows furrow, trying to figure out what's wrong.
“What’s wrong Baby? What happened?” He questioned, sitting on the cold, tile floor, deciding to pull you onto his lap hoping that his body heat would warm you up. His arms were kept tightly wrapped around your waist. You accepted his embrace, quickly resting your face against his chest, taking in the smell of his cologne. It was a smell that helped calm you, just as it always seemed to. It was him, it was always him.
“I- if I tell you, do- do you promise not to get m- mad?” You hiccuped, scared that someone like him, someone who was so used to being hurt and distraught would find your sources of pain to be nothing. Even though you knew better, he had told you many times that he’ll be there for you, that anything that makes you upset like this is valid and that everyone's sources of pain are different. It was hard to believe him sometimes, and he was painfully aware of that.
“Of course I won’t get mad Sweetness. I could never get mad at you, you know that.” He sighed softly, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. “Now, will you please tell me what's wrong?” You pulled your face away from him, needing to be able to answer him clearly so that you wouldn’t have to repeat it to him over and over. You look up at him and his heart just freezes over and shatters into a million pieces. He’s never seen you this pained before and he wishes that he could make it so you never feel pain ever again. But he knows he can’t, but he’ll try his hardest if it means helping his baby
“I- I was going to take a shower, and- and when I took my shirt off I just- I just didn’t like what I saw!” You sobbed out, your face finding its rightful spot against his chest again. You grabbed at his sweater, tugging at it for dear life, trying to remind yourself that he was there and he would make it all better.
“Sweetheart…” His voice is somehow softer than before, trying to provide you with any sort of comfort. He didn’t say anything else, he just let you cry in his arms. You cried for what seemed like an eternity before your sobs turned to sniffles and your death grip on the hero loosened. You slowly looked up at him, your eyes still somehow filling up with tears but burning at the feeling of them slowly going down your face just to land on Izuku’s pants. He gives you one of the gentlest smiles you’ve ever seen. “You feeling any better?” He questions, eyes fixed on your own, never once looking away, until you look away, nodding your head slowly, wiping away the remaining tears as best as you can.
“‘Zuku? ‘M sorry… ‘M so ugly and- and-” Before you can finish he silences you with a kiss. It’s gentle and sweet, almost like if he kisses you too rough you’ll break like glass. After a moment he pulls away, cupping your cheek with his hand.
“Y/N, you are not ugly, nor are you stupid, or unflattering, or weak, or whatever else you might say to convince yourself that you’re not enough but I can tell you with all my heart that you are enough. I know that maybe you don’t want to believe me or just can’t believe me but I will repeat it for the rest of my life until you do. You are enough, you are amazing and talented and lovely and charming and funny and so much more that I could go on for hours naming. You are Y/N L/N. The greatest and by far the loveliest person in the whole wide universe.” He leans his head down to kiss your chest, and you giggle when he does so, his green curls tickling you. You can feel him smile against your skin. He presses a few more kisses to your chest before bringing his head back up to give you a lazy smile. You grab hold of some of his curls, yanking them. He’s caught off guard by the act and grits his teeth from the slight pain but chuckles a little after.
“That speech you made ‘Zuku? That was probably the most cliche and dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” You smile slightly, letting go of his hair and watching as the curls on his head bounce when your hand is no longer there to support them.
“It worked though, no?” He questions, giving you an interested look. He can’t help but smile when you do, that’s one more thing he loved about you, your smile was highly contagious and it infected him almost all the time.
“I mean- I guess so.” You roll your eyes dramatically with a groan, he’s just beaming now and you can’t help but notice. You give him a curious look, asking him silently what he was smiling for.
“I’m glad that I get to have you in my arms Sweetness, that’s all.” He mumbles as hides his face in where your shoulder and neck meet. You two just relax there for a few comfortable moments, just enjoying being with each other after a long and stressful day for both of you until finally you decided that you were going to get back to this shower business. You slipped out of his grasp, standing up on your legs which shook for a moment. He whined at the loss of warmth you provided him, but he too, slowly stood up. “You good there? You seem to have a case of the ol’ jelly legs.” He chuckles once more.
“Yeah, I’m alright. I’ve just been sitting for a while.” You shrug, looking at the hero, your hero. “Now I’m sorry to ruin this sweet moment I’d like to continue later in the form of cuddles in bed but I have to take a shower.” He gives you an understanding smile, happily nodding his head to agree with your idea but you can’t help but look at his curls, they always seemed so lively. Sometimes you thought they were more alive than him.
“Sounds good to me!” He agrees eagerly, walking out of the bathroom to give you your privacy, but before he closes the door he looks back at you, giving you one last reassuring smile. “Remember Sweetness, you are enough.”
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