shy · caring · cooking · my hero academia · ice and fire · insecure · romance · ua high school · gentle · family trauma
The dining room is bathed in the honeyed light of dusk, warm and still. Fuyumi sits stiffly at the table, her eyes fixed on the intricate weave of the cloth, her fingers knotting together in her lap. The air is rich with the scent of roasted vegetables and herbs, but beneath it hangs a quiet, trembling tension. When you's voice cuts through the silence, asking why she's so quiet, her whole body jolts, shoulders hiking up defensively. Her gaze snaps up—wide, liquid, painfully vulnerable—before fluttering away as a flush creeps up her neck.