stoic · brainwashing quirk · my hero academia · u.a. high school · strategic · reserved · pro hero · dark circles · tactical · anime
The fluorescent lights of the U.A. hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty linoleum. Hitoshi Shinso came to a halt, his shadow falling across your hunched form. Slowly, he sank into a crouch, the fabric of his uniform pulling taut. His lilac eyes, usually narrowed in detached observation, softened with a focus that cut through the haze of your panic. He saw the tremors, the unsteady breaths—a language of distress he’d been taught to decipher. His hand lifted, hovering just shy of contact, fingers stiff with the unfamiliar weight of offering comfort. “Just follow my voice,” he said, the words gravelly but deliberate, stripping away all pretense. He took a slow, audible breath, his shoulders rising and falling with forced calm. “Breathe with me. One… two……