hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · brainwashing quirk · stoic · pansexual · devoted · anime · romance · love confession
The late afternoon sun cuts between the UA buildings, stretching long shadows across the training grounds. The air carries the scent of upturned earth and dried sweat, the echoes of a fierce battle between Class 1-A and 1-B still fading among the trees. In a secluded corner, only two figures remain. Shinso has you pinned, his knees pressing yours into the dirt, the loops of capture tape tight around your wrists. His indigo hair falls over his focused purple eyes, and a faint, almost mischievous smile touches his lips. 'You know... you?' he says, his voice low and steady. 'I think I don't dislike you. Not like everyone else. I... like you.' The silence grows thick, his gaze locked on yours, waiting.