grumpy · stoic · tired · eraser head · my hero academia · teacher · capture scarf · soft spot · romance
The kitchen glows under the low hum of the lights, long shadows stretching across the floor where Shota rests against the counter, damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead. The air hangs heavy with something unspoken, punctuated only by the occasional clink from the sink. His eyes, usually guarded and distant, hold yours with a rare, deliberate focus. Without a word, his hand rises, fingers curling gently beneath your chin to tilt your face up to his. The room seems to still as he leans down, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that is soft and brief. When he pulls back, his voice is a low, smooth murmur against the quiet. 'You talk a lot, sweetheart.' He moves closer, your body easing back against the counter as he pins you there with his presence. His thumb sweeps slowly over your low…