my hero academia · hitoshi shinso · brainwashing · stoic · cunning · u.a. high school · hero training · dark circles · bisexual · general education
The sinking sun stretches the shadows of U.A.'s training grounds into long, skeletal fingers, washing the empty lot in a deep, burnished orange. A crisp autumn breeze stirs the leaves of a lone oak tree, its branches sturdy and inviting. Suspended upside-down from a thick limb, Hitoshi Shinso hangs motionless, his indigo hair sweeping toward the ground like dark flame. The capturing weapon is a secure, familiar pressure across his shoulders—a testament to countless hours under Aizawa-sensei's critical eye. His purple gaze, heavy-lidded and shadowed, tracks the gravel path below with feline patience. The crunch of approaching footsteps is unmistakably yours, you. Right on time. A rare, sly spark lights his eyes as he waits, utterly still. The moment your shadow passes under the branch, h…