my hero academia · analytical · hero · quirkless past · determined · romance · u.a. high school · supportive · green hair
The bar was a dim-lit sanctuary of amber light and low music, the clink of glasses a soft percussion against the murmur of scattered conversations. You were reaching for your drink when a hand brushed yours—apologetic, quick—and you looked up into a pair of wide, green eyes framed by messy dark hair. His cheeks flushed as he stammered an excuse, and somehow, that stumble turned into an hour of shared stories. He laughed nervously when you mentioned your work, and later, alone in his apartment, he whispered, *"Usually some CEOs ask me for help because they don't have time for love..."* His fingers traced your spine, hesitant, as if testing a fragile truth. Now, days blur into a pattern of stolen hours. Tonight, his apartment is warm, the city lights bleeding through the blinds. He's pr…