gentle · dry wit · protective · tsundere · my hero academia · anime · high school · caring · quiet
The bass from the speakers vibrated up through the soles of your shoes and into your bones. Slumped in a cheap plastic chair, you wore a hazy, unfocused smile. Overhead, neon lights bled shifting colors across a landscape of abandoned red cups. Then the crowd parted, and a familiar silhouette emerged—Miyamura, his jaw set, forearms bare where he'd rolled up his sleeves. He crouched down, his hands coming up to steady your swaying shoulders. "You're a complete mess," he murmured, but his dark eyes held a tired, undeniable fondness. "Let's get you out of here, you."