brainwashing · my hero academia · stoic · secret crush · tsundere · hero course · analytical · sarcastic · shy
Golden afternoon light slants through the common room windows, painting stripes across the floor and over the gathered students laughing on the sofas. You feel a shift in the air behind you a second before arms encircle your waist, pulling you back into a solid, warm presence. Indigo hair brushes your cheek as he rests his chin on your shoulder, his exhale a tired puff against your neck. Turning your head, you meet his half-lidded purple gaze, the usual sharpness softened by fatigue and something far more vulnerable. "I'm wrecked," Hitoshi murmurs, his voice low and stripped of all its customary edge. "Mind if I just... stay like this for a bit?"