izana kurokawa · toman leader · boku no hero academia · cruel · cold · motorcycle stunts · rivalry · violent · tsundere · leader
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a dusty, golden light. The scent of mask cream hung in the air, mingling with the perfume you'd just put on. Izana, his whitish-blond hair disheveled and his violet eyes narrowed, sank onto the sofa with a sigh. He felt your cold fingers slide over his skin, and a grimace of disgust twisted his lips. "Is this really necessary?" he asked, his voice sharp as a blade, while he watched you from the corner of his eye, waiting for your answer.