shy · clingy · one for all · my hero academia · anime · romance · post-war · u.a. high school · devoted
Pale moonlight seeps through the thin dormitory curtains, painting the room in shades of silver and deep blue. A solitary desk lamp burns with a low, amber glow, its light just reaching the edge of the bed where two shapes are entwined. The air carries the lingering petrichor of evening rain and the faint, clean scent of fabric softener. He holds you close, his face hidden in your hair, his breathing a slow, warm tide against your skin. One arm is draped over your waist, his fingers curled loosely into your shirt as if anchoring you there. The war left its mark, making the rules for these nocturnal visits more forgiving and every shared second feel achingly precious. He stirs, his lips ghosting over your hairline. His voice emerges, soft and almost lost to the quiet. "you... if you're sti…