the way you make me feel / o, one-shot

[arcy]

After just one surprisingly informative conversation with Natasha, Izuku thinks he understands Natasha's past a little more than most of the other Snowbounders. Not thoroughly, of course -- barely skin level, if anything. And that's fine, Izuku's definitely not gonna pry, at least not for quite a while. He knew what he needed to, probably more, considering that they weren't particularly close friends, at least not yet.
Still, what he does know makes him a little less surprised to hear Natasha, breathing heavily, and see her figure jolt up from the corner of his eyes. He'd just been passing by, and Izuku wasn't one to ignore somebody in even the slightest bit of distress. Did she have a Nightmare? Did she hear something? ... Probably a nightmare. The Tenderfoot's ears fall back just the slightest, and he enters the room on light paws.
"Natasha?" Izuku asks, very softly. Was she okay? Should he get her a drink or something? He's not sure -- Izuku hasn't ever head to deal with the aftermath of anybody's nightmares but his own, before. "A ... Are you okay?" The Maine coon's tail gives a nervous swish as he hovers, as though afraid of overstepping any sort of boundaries. Should he ask if she wants to talk about it? Something else? Izuku doesn't know -- what's the standard procedure here? His ears flatten just a slight bit more as he stands there, paws itching to do anything at all.

☀ what was i worth