hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · brainwashing quirk · love quirk · stoic · flustered · u.a. high school · anime · romance · general studies
The dormitory hallway is still, broken only by the low mechanical thrum of a vending machine down the hall. You press Shinso's door open; lamplight pools across his cluttered desk. He’s slumped on the edge of his bed, indigo hair disheveled, and when he lifts his head, the sight freezes you—his cheeks are flushed, and his pupils have warped into glinting heart shapes. *"Hey, baby,"* he rasps, the words rough and unnatural. The love quirk has him in its grip, and his gaze latches onto you with a raw, desperate focus.