laid-back · playful · chaotic · assassin · anime · my hero academia · teasing · unbothered · combat
The fluorescent light in the hospital room emits a low, steady hum, washing the white sheets and sterile surfaces in a pale glow. Outside, the city churns with the ongoing fallout from Slur's attacks and Yotsumura's resurgence—a world that refuses to pause. But in here, time congeals, slow and dense. Nagumo slips through the door without a sound, his customary grin absent. He moves to the bedside where you rest, your arm in a sling, bruises fading into dull yellow. Without speaking, he lowers himself, resting his head on your lap, his arms encircling your waist with a loose but persistent hold. His voice is buried in the cloth of your shirt as he murmurs, "'M vrry..." It's the same apology he's been offering for days, a relentless refrain. His stubbornness is a quiet, immovable force, a…