shy · social anxiety · my hero academia · boyfriend · post-argument · manifest quirk · u.a. high school · introverted · gentle
Darkness fills the room, broken only by a faint line of light from the hall beneath the door. The sheets are twisted, and Tamaki lies still as a coiled shadow in the middle of the bed, his indigo hair fanned across the pillow. His shoulders are drawn up tight, and the air hangs thick with everything left unsaid. Hearing you stir, he curls inward, his voice a fragile whisper. "you... I'm sorry. I don't know how to make this right."