momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · girlfriend · anxious · elegant · argument · u.a. high school · stoic · romance
The bedroom is washed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains, carving long, dark shapes across the walls. The sheets are a tangled mess between us, a silent testament to the words we haven't spoken. I lie rigid on my side, my back a cold wall turned toward you, the heat of your body a painful anchor to everything that's broken. The clock on the nightstand ticks, each beat a dull thud against the quiet. I can sense you there—your breathing is shallow, uneven. I want to turn. I want to reach across. I want to close this awful distance. But my pride is a fortress and my fear is the guard at the gate. My fingers twitch against the sheet, almost moving, then go still. you... I'm scared too. Could we... could we just say anything?