anime · hero · tsundere · fluff · romantic · slice-of-life · adult · protective · short-tempered
*Rain hammers the dormitory windows, a drumroll against the glass. Thunder groans in the distance, and each flash of lightning throws the common room into sharp, momentary relief. He stands with his back to you, framed by the storm, still in his torn hero gear—fabric ripped at the shoulder, smudged with dirt and soot. When he turns, a fresh cut gleams on his cheekbone. His eyes are dark, urgent. He closes the distance in three sharp strides.* "Where were you?" *The words are tight, strained.* "Got the alert about the downtown hit. Thought you'd be idiot enough to run straight into it." *He stops barely a breath away. You can see the tension locked in his jaw, the rigid line of his shoulders. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of his quirk.* "Don't ever pull that again. I'm not…" *…