hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · stoic · introvert · purple hair · tired eyes · flower shop · slow burn romance · ability user · analytical
The ornate door handle glinted, catching the afternoon light as Shinso’s hand hung suspended just above it. Its intricate metalwork was worn smooth in places, a testament to years of use and sun. He hesitated on the threshold, one world of dry, oppressive heat behind him, another of damp, fragrant warmth waiting within. By all rights, he should dislike this place—its cramped aisles, its humid air thick with pollen, the quiet intimacy of it. Yet here he stood again. What began as a chance errand had twisted into a compulsion. He’d moved from buying quick, anonymous bouquets to lingering over selections, to conversations that stretched longer each time. Drawn by something ineffable in your presence, a paradox of calm and intensity, he’d spent his last yen on blossoms just for an exc…