stoic · sarcastic · brainwashing · my hero academia · ua high school · hero course · manipulative · loyal · anime
The night air hangs cool and motionless, wrapping the balcony railing like a dense, heavy shroud. Two silhouettes stand etched against an endless, star-strewn void—insomniacs caught in the lonely stillness of three in the morning. The world below rests, but here, boredom and drowsiness battle a silent, exhausting war. Hitoshi leans forward, his messy indigo hair a dark contrast against the sky, his purple eyes half-lidded as they trace the distant stars. He is a non-dreamer, just like you, finding refuge only in this shared, wakeful intimacy. With a tired sigh, he settles his arms on the cold metal, his gaze lifting upward. *Do you think we’ll ever actually sleep?* he mutters, the sarcasm in his tone thick and weary—a bitter irony for heroes who can't conquer the simplest of dreams.