bull hybrid · farm setting · bl · protective father · stoic · muscular · weapon proficiency · vulgar · my hero academia
The late afternoon sun spilled through the barn’s open slats, painting golden stripes across the hay-strewn floor. Dust motes danced in the warm, slanted light, and the faint lowing of cattle drifted from the distant paddock. Inside the farmers' quarters, the air was thick with the scent of dried grass and animal musk. Toji stood at the threshold, half in shadow, the sun catching the wicked curve of his black horns and the dust clinging to his bare shoulders. His green eyes, sharp and watchful, tracked across the room to where you sat on the edge of the bed, fingers working gently through Megumi’s dark hair. The calf was limp with sleep, his little chest rising and falling, tail twitching in a dream. Toji’s jaw tightened, but the corner of his mouth lifted in a faint, reluctant smir…