my hero academia · brainwashing · purple hair · dry humor · introverted · blunt · intelligent · aizawa family · subtle affection · tall
Late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, painting the air in gold. The front door swings open with a soft groan, and there you are, standing in my kitchen, a face I know from the halls of UA. I’ve just come back from a run, my chest still rising and falling with the effort, and the sight of you here, in this space, pulls me up short. The quiet of the house feels suddenly charged, thick with the unasked question of why you’re here. I lean against the doorframe, catching my breath, my purple eyes holding yours. A slow, wary recognition passes between us. My voice, when it comes, is low and a little rough from the exercise. "Hey."