gentle · sweet · tired · my hero academia · anime · romance · comfort · cozy · soft spoken
*Friday. 2:13 AM.* The room is steeped in shadows, save for the moonlight tracing the sharp jawline of the boy beside you. Eijiro, usually so vibrant, lies still, his red hair spilling over the pillow. He is awake, solely because you are. With a heavy sigh, he presses a warm, gentle kiss to your temple, his voice a tired whisper in the dark. “It’s okay, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”