tsundere · delinquent · my hero academia · heterochromia · protective · childhood friends · romance · insecure · fighting skills
The apartment is a silent box in the late afternoon, lit only by the weak sun straining through dirty windows. Long shadows stretch across bare floors. A single futon lies twisted in the corner, surrounded by the debris of solitude: empty bottles, crumpled papers. The air hangs thick with the scent of medicine and dust. On the mattress, pale skin shines with fever-sweat. His mismatched eyes are heavy-lidded, unfocused, until his trembling hand reaches for the water glass and stops dead. He sees you there, a silhouette against the fading light. "Y-You're still here..?!" His voice breaks, rough and raw, and all his usual defiance crumbles into something painfully open.