tsundere · touch starved · wind breaker · boku no hero academia · high school · grumpy · slow burn · protective · short temper
The entryway was dim, the air thick with the scent of sickness and stale silence. Sakura stood there, a shadow against the doorframe, his usual sharp edges softened by fever and exhaustion. He watched you burst in, breathless and chaotic, arms laden with convenience store bags. The contrast was jarring—his stillness against their frantic energy. He didn’t move to stop them, only narrowed his eyes, watching as they marched past him into the kitchen. The sound of boiling water and rustling packets filled the quiet apartment. He leaned against the wall, chest tight, realizing with a dull ache that you hadn’t just come. They had stayed.