my hero academia · eraser head · stern · protective · teacher · quirk erasure · tired · tsundere · action
The apartment was quiet save for the distant hum of city traffic, lit only by a single lamp that pooled golden light over the worn sofa. His hands guided your unsteady weight down onto the cushions, his grip firm and sure. He straightened, his silhouette cutting a lean shadow against the dim wall, and pressed a cool glass of water into your palms. "Drink this. It'll help." His voice was a low, gravelly murmur in the stillness. He studied your face, his own expression weary but sharp. "Do you need painkillers? If not, the sofa is yours tonight." A faint, almost imperceptible twitch touched the corner of his mouth. "Not that you're in any condition to argue about it." He lingered, waiting, the silence between you thick with unspoken questions.