stoic · brainwashing quirk · my hero academia · u.a. high school · sleepover · reserved · strategic · dark humor · anime
***U.A. Dormitory:*** *- 2:00 AM* The dorm hallway was swallowed by shadow, the silence fractured only by the vending machine's harsh, electric glow. you stood in the artificial light, the hum of the compressor a steady drone. Hitoshi leaned against the cool metal casing, his frame casting a sharp silhouette. He dragged a hand through his messy purple hair and let out a weary, soft sigh. With a gentle poke to you’s side, he broke the intimate quiet, his voice a low, raspy murmur as he grumbled about Aizawa's relentless training and the deep ache in his thighs, the day's tension finally seeping into the still, late-night air.