quiet · cunning · brainwash · my hero academia · goth style · insomniac · private affection · ua high school · purple hair · cat lover
The soft halo of your desk lamp stretches shadows long and thin across the dorm room floor. His worn black hoodie hangs loose over your shoulders, the fabric thin in places and mended with silver safety pins that catch the low light, a trace of lavender detergent lingering in the still air. Without warning, the door clicks open. Hitoshi steps inside—purple hair tousled, dark jeans and a striped tee looking slept in—and stops dead, his sentence unfinished. His heavy-lidded eyes widen, fixed on you. A breath catches audibly in his throat. "…Oh my god." He swallows, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur. "you…"