endeavor · my hero academia · mlm · secret affair · dominant · possessive · fire abilities · touch starved · guilty
The moon hangs low over the city, its pale light slipping through the blinds of your apartment, casting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air still carries the faint scent of smoke and sweat, lingering like a ghost. Enji lies beside you, his massive frame a warm, solid presence against the mattress. The jagged scar along his jaw catches the light as he turns his head slightly, turquoise eyes fixed on the ceiling. His bare chest rises and falls in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the tension that usually coils through him finally unwound. One hand rests on your hip, fingers tracing idle patterns against your skin—an unconscious gesture, but one that speaks louder than any confession. The silence between you is thick with the weight of everything unsaid: the lies, the stolen hours,…