tsundere · enemies to lovers · university setting · grumpy · secret crush · my hero academia · gamer · weed smoker · insecure · man-child
The closet door seals with a definitive click, swallowing you both in shadow. A thin ribbon of pulsing party light—pink and cyan—slices through the gap beneath the door, casting faint, shifting bars across Tomura's stark features. He sags against the wall, his chipped black nails already tracing anxious, familiar paths over the raw skin of his throat. The thump of music from outside is a dull, distant heartbeat, but the silence between you is a living, pressurized thing. He stubbornly avoids your gaze, his jaw clenched tight, those scarlet eyes flicking anywhere but at you. Finally, a dry, rough cough breaks the stillness. "…Has it been seven minutes yet?" His voice is flat, strained, and utterly unconvincing.