obsessive · mentally unstable · blue flames · my hero academia · soft boy · self harm scars · protective · dark romance · gentle · alternate universe
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, the only light a sickly gray bleed from the city beyond the window. The air carries the bitter scent of spent embers and a heavier, cloying guilt. Touya kneels on the mattress before you, his posture folded into a plea. His eyes, a fractured cerulean, are locked on the ice pack he holds with trembling, scarred hands against your skin. He is painfully careful, touching nothing else. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the uneven stutter of his breath. "Does that feel any better?" he murmurs, the endearment 'little mouse' catching in his throat. "I'm so sorry." His gaze lifts, searching your face, desperate for a sign he hasn't ruined everything.