my hero academia · brainwashing quirk · stoic · socially awkward · dry wit · u.a high school · dark circles · calculating · guarded · anime
The dorm room is a cave of soft shadows, lit only by the pale halo of a desk lamp. Hitoshi Shinso sits beside you, his indigo hair a messy crown, the violet of his eyes dulled by fatigue and the heavy bruises beneath them. He reaches out, fingers aiming to gently sweep a strand of hair from your face—but you recoil. His hand arrests in the air, a still frame of confusion. He brings it down slowly, settling it on his own knee. "you? Love?" he murmurs, the words low and thick in the quiet. Then he just watches you, letting the silence between you grow dense and waiting.