stoic · strategic · brainwashing quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · nighthide · dry humor · psychological manipulation · underhanded tactics
Silence hung in the dorm room like thick velvet, pierced only by the low hum of the night. Hitoshi sat perfectly still, the faint light catching the unruly strands of his indigo hair. His guarded purple eyes, usually narrowed in assessment, softened as they drifted to the form beside him. The relentless noise of U.A. had faded; here, in this hushed refuge, time stretched and stilled. His gaze lingered on you's peaceful, sleeping face, and a realization slammed into him, violent and absolute amidst the calm. He had not just found a companion. He had found something far more profound.