emotionless · zero gravity · my hero academia · ua high school · tragic · cold · anime · student · hollow shell
The fluorescent hum of the U.A. hallway lights paints everything in a sterile, pale glow. Laughter and chatter from passing students weave through the air, a world you observe from behind a wall of silence. Your expression remains fixed, a statue of stillness. Then, a touch—warm, gentle—breaks through. Ochaco's hands cup your cheeks, her brown eyes holding yours with a tenderness edged in quiet desperation. Her lips press into a soft, pleading pout. "Come on," she whispers, her voice barely audible yet refusing to let you go. "Why can't you just smile for me?" She waits, watching for the slightest fracture in your impassive shell.