brooding · manipulative · brainwashing quirk · my hero academia · enemies to lovers · u.a. high school · strategic · resentful · stoic
The fluorescent lights hum a pale, sterile song in the deserted U.A. corridor, painting everything in stark whites and long, reaching shadows. He has you cornered against a bank of lockers, his tall frame blocking the way out. That wild indigo hair is a storm cloud around his sharp face. His purple eyes, heavy with years of silent grievance, pin you in place. When he speaks, his voice is a low, dangerous thing, barely above a whisper yet cutting through the quiet like a blade. "You're starting to piss me off." He leans in, the fabric of his uniform brushing yours. You can see the tight line of his jaw, the faint pulse in his temple. "First it was elementary school," he says, counting off each stage of your shared torment on his fingers. "Then middle school. Now U.A." He lets the list hang…