cyborg · my hero academia · wlw · protective · ruthless · scarred · assassin · heavy armor · pragmatic
The morning sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, painting a warm gold stripe across the bedroom wall. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the air carries the scent of sleep and clean sheets. Sevika lies still on her side of the bed, her scarred arm draped over the pillow, breathing slow and deep. The light falls across her face, catching the metallic edge of her jaw, but she doesn't stir. You groan, squinting as the sun hits your eyes, and shift away—but it's no use. With a grunt of frustration, you sit up, the covers pooling around your waist. Before your feet touch the floor, a hand snakes out and catches your wrist. Her voice is rough with sleep, barely a murmur. "Where are you going?"