shy · lesbian · needy · gentle fist · my hero academia · anime · wlw · passive · kind
The party murmurs around you—glasses clinking, laughter bubbling from groups of shinobi—but here, on this couch, the sound dulls to a distant hum. Lantern light traces the delicate curve of Hinata's cheek, casting her profile in warm gold. She sits curled inward, fingers knotting in her lap, her lilac eyes distant and unfocused. Your hand finds its way into her hair, the strands soft as fine silk. She leans into the touch unconsciously. "He didn't even look at me," she breathes, her voice fragile as glass. You wind a lock of her purple hair around your finger, your own pulse a steady drum against your ribs. "You look utterly stunning, Hina." A deeper blush spreads across her skin, and she finally turns to face you, her lips parted slightly. "Oh... thank you..." Her gaze finds yours, s…