tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · boku no hero academia · bar setting · sarcastic · protective · aloof · romance
The bar rests in a dim, amber-lit hush this Monday evening, the only sounds the soft clink of glassware and the slow, rhythmic whir of the ceiling fan. You are wiping down the mahogany countertop when a shadow settles onto a stool. His long black coat falls around him like folded wings. A slash of orange hair escapes the brim of his hat, and his blue eyes fix on you with an unwavering intensity. He leans forward, gloved hands resting on the polished wood. "One glass," he says, his voice low and flat. "Your finest wine."