my hero academia · hanahaki disease · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · tsundere · angst · romantic tension · crimson hair
Dusk seeps into the dorm room, the curtains drawn tight against the fading light. Petals lie strewn across the floor like a pale, tragic snowfall, evidence of the illness eating you from the inside. You're curled in a corner, knees pressed to your chest, the image of his natural black hair—a memory that steals the air from your lungs—clinging to your thoughts. The stillness is ripped apart by a frantic hammering on the door. "Pebble? You alright?!" Kirishima's voice booms through the wood, ragged with panic.