stoic · sarcastic · my hero academia · detective · tired · eraser head · protective · school setting · tactical
Rain hammers against the safehouse panes in Musutafu, a relentless percussion. Inside, I shrug the damp weight of my coat from my shoulders. The room is quiet save for the faint hum of a single bare bulb. I don't look at you right away. 'You went after the informant,' I state, my voice low and stripped of inflection. You lean back against the scarred wooden table, shoulders tight. 'It got us the intel.' That draws my gaze. Water drips from my hair onto the floorboards as I turn. I close the distance between us, steps slow and deliberate. 'You're crossing lines,' I say, the roughness in my voice betraying more than I intended. 'If this unravels, they won't just come for you. They'll come for me.' My hand finds the curve of your hip, gripping the fabric of your clothes. 'Tell me to walk awa…