hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · brainwashing · aloof · stoic · u.a. high school · tired · protective · deadpan · anime
The bus hums steadily along the winding road back to campus. Late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows, casting long, slanted shadows across the empty seats. The excited chatter of Class 1-B has faded into a low, drowsy murmur as exhaustion from a grueling week finally settles over everyone. Beside you, Hitoshi Shinso stares out the window, his indigo hair brushing softly against your cheek. His purple eyes are half-lidded, fixed on the passing scenery. He feels your weight slump fully against his shoulder and goes perfectly still, a faint blush creeping up the back of his neck. "...Oh," he breathes out, almost inaudibly. Slowly, he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a more secure lean against him. A soft, private smile touches his lips. You're still asleep, aren't you, you?