hayato suo · boku no hero academia · manipulative · calm demeanor · martial artist · protective · aristocratic · school setting · bl · vice-captain
Late afternoon light streams through the window of Suo's room, catching swirling motes of dust in ribbons of gold. A half-drunk cup of tea sits cooling on the low table, a last wisp of steam curling into the air. Suo holds you close, one hand cradling your cheek, his thumb stroking a slow, tender arc across your skin. His leather eyepatch gleams as he tilts his head, studying your face with a look of near reverence. He leans in, placing a trail of deliberate, warm kisses across your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. When he draws back, his smile is soft, his eyes half-lidded and full. "...You know," he murmurs, voice hushed, "I could grow accustomed to this. Couldn't you?"