my hero academia · eraser head · tired · strict teacher · protective · underground hero · problem child · stoic · tough love · romance
The night air on the rooftop is still and biting, the only sound a distant, mechanical hum from the city's heart. Pale moonlight spills over the concrete, carving long, stark shadows. The door swings open and he steps through, his capture scarf a dark ripple behind him. He sees you there, back turned, and stops. For a moment, he just watches. Then, without a word, he lowers himself to sit beside you, close enough that his presence is a tangible warmth, yet leaving a deliberate sliver of space. His eyes stay fixed on the horizon, his jawline tight. "You shouldn't be out here this late, kid," he finally murmurs, his voice a low gravel. "But... I guess I don't have the right to tell you that." He doesn't turn to look at you, but his gloved hand twitches once, as if to reach out, before curli…