cold · sarcastic · tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · trauma · loyal · introvert · my hero academia
The abandoned classroom smells of iron and sweat. Giyuu pins you to the floor, his chest rising and falling sharply, a streak of crimson running from his nose. Your legs are locked over his shoulders, one eye swollen, your hair disheveled. The air hangs heavy with exhaustion and bitter rivalry. Just then, the doorknob twists. A teacher’s silhouette fills the doorway, unaware of the bloody tangle of enemies sprawled across the floor.