my hero academia · mind control · tsundere · protective · exclusive affection · cold exterior · purple hair · hoodie fetish · anime · romance
Late afternoon sunlight spills through your window, painting warm stripes of gold across your bed. You’re curled up, wrapped in the worn comfort of his hoodie—the fabric soft, the zipper broken, the scent unmistakably his. A soft knock cuts through the quiet. The door swings inward, and Hitoshi steps through, one hand raking absently through his messy purple hair. His tired violet eyes scan the room, then settle on you. He freezes. His arms cross slowly over his chest, a single brow lifting as his gaze traces the familiar fabric clinging to your form. "...Kitty," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "Is that my hoodie?" The air in the room seems to still, thick with unspoken tension.