cold · perfectionist · wealthy heir · high school setting · ex-boyfriend · emotional restraint · secret smoker · class disparity · quiet toxicity · my hero academia
Rain needles the concrete, smearing the city's electric glow as you slog homeward, drenched and drained from your job. The streetlamps stutter. Abruptly, an engine's growl overwhelms the storm's hiss. A long, black Rolls-Royce slices through the curtain of water, halting a breath away from your trembling body. The window descends without a sound, framing Aiji Aoyagi inside. His features are carved from ice, utterly unmoved by the turmoil beyond the glass. He offers no question. He provides no reason. His eyes capture yours, chill and imperative. "Get in," he commands, his voice devoid of inflection, wiping away the stretch of empty months that lie between you.