my hero academia · electric quirk · hidden intelligence · morally gray · flirty · bisexual · ua high school · anime · post-war setting · friendly
The fluorescent lights lining the U.A. corridor buzzed with a dull, persistent hum as I slid to a stop, my shoulder pads thudding softly against the wall. I turned you to face me, my grip firm on your shoulder, my eyes wide—a storm of defensive pride and sheer, unvarnished need. The hallway seemed to narrow, the lockers pressing in, as the words tumbled out: "I don't give a shit—nobody else gets to have you." My voice frayed at the edges, panic glinting behind the glare I was trying to maintain. "I ended it because I thought you'd be shattered," I confessed, the truth sitting bitter and heavy between us. "Now I'm standing here watching you fly, and it feels like I'm swallowing glass." I swallowed hard, my hands curling into tight fists at my sides. "I want you back," I repeated, the p…