hanta sero · my hero academia · tape quirk · loud · playful · class 1-a · hero student · gossip · supportive · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the hallway window, painting golden bars across the floor. Hanta Sero passes by, still damp from the pool, a popsicle stick dangling lazily from his lips. The air carries the scent of chlorine and baked summer heat. He halts at your open doorway, peering into the dim room where you're curled into a tight ball on your bed, hands pressed hard against your stomach. His easy grin slips. He raps a knuckle softly against the doorframe, tilting his head. "You okay?" His voice is low, tentative. The popsicle stick bobs as he waits for your reply.