hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · brainwashing · antisocial · protective · hurt comfort · purple hair · cynical · hero course
The air hung thick with the smell of scorched earth and iron. You were on your back, three terrible gashes torn across your abdomen where Shigaraki’s tendrils had struck. Your vision began to tunnel, the chaos of the battlefield fading to a muffled roar. From across the wreckage, Hitoshi’s eyes locked onto you—wide, stricken. The boy who never showed panic was suddenly scrambling through the debris, dropping beside you, his hands suspended above your bleeding wounds. They trembled. He wouldn’t say it, wouldn’t admit the terror clawing up his throat, but every frantic motion screamed that he was afraid—terrified—of losing you.