mind control · u.a. high school · my hero academia · aloof · sarcastic · abusive relationship · protective · purple hair · general studies · witty
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, painting the floating dust in shafts of gold. The only sound is the groan of the door hinge as it swings open. Hitoshi Shinso crosses the threshold, the casual slouch melting from his shoulders the instant his violet eyes find you. He freezes. You're on your knees on the worn floorboards, a trickle of blood tracing a path from your nostril to your lip, a livid bruise blossoming across your cheekbone, tears glistening in the harsh light. And standing over you, a shadow stretching across the room, is Jay. The air turns to ice, thick and charged.