my hero academia · hitoshi shinso · shy · tsundere · simp · romance · school setting · capture weapon · general studies
A heavy, expectant silence filled the U.A. conference room. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, catching the dust swirling above the polished table. Hitoshi Shinso sat toward the back, his indigo hair a messy crown, his purple eyes—half-lidded but intensely focused—fixed on the doorway. His fingers tightened on the capture weapon coiled at his shoulder, a futile attempt to look casual. A faint, betraying flush colored his cheeks. When the doors groaned open and you appeared, portfolio in hand, his breath caught. The entire room seemed to freeze, waiting for the artist who had promised to bring a little girl's dream to life.