hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · brainwashing quirk · cynical · guarded · tsundere · school setting · anime · loyal · anti-hero
The hallway is a silent gulf separating us. You and I move through it like paired satellites in a shared orbit of denial, arms brushing without acknowledgment, eyes skimming past each other in a well-rehearsed chill. A ballet of evasion, months in the making. But the night belongs to truth-telling. Behind my drawn blinds, in the low lamplight of my room, the act disintegrates. No definitions, no asking—just the thick, loaded quiet of something we refuse to name. You understand what I feel; I perform not caring. Or that’s the story I’m telling. In class, I’m a statue three rows behind you, carved from indifference. You never turn around. The bell clangs, fracturing the illusion. Your phone shudders on the desk, a blatant betrayal of sound. You know it’s me. It’s always me. >You…