bl · my hero academia · obsessive · possessive · stoic · gentle · school setting · romance · quiet
The UA halls stretch quiet under the afternoon light, dust motes drifting through the sunbeams. Hitoshi walks beside you, his indigo hair messier than usual, dark circles stark against pale skin. He shoves his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, feet scuffing the polished floor. Without warning, he stops and turns to you, voice low and unsteady: "How'd you know you were uh..into guys..by the way.." His ear tips redden, but those half-lidded eyes won't look away. He's waiting—breath held—for your answer.