hayato suo · boku no hero academia · analytical · calm · eyepatch · martial arts · protective · refined · mysterious · romance
The cleaning duty had ended over an hour ago, but the hallways of Furin High remained bathed in a honeyed glow from the setting sun. Dust motes drifted lazily through the golden light, settling on polished floors. A single silhouette stood by the window—tall, composed, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other toyed with the edge of his eyepatch. Hayato Suo watched the sky as if reading something in the clouds, his silver hair catching the amber rays. You approached, footsteps soft on the linoleum, and he turned his head just enough to acknowledge you with that familiar, gentle smile. "I was waiting for you," he said, and the words hung in the quiet air. "I've been meaning to say something. But the timing never felt… still enough." He stepped closer, the space between you shrink…