stoic · blunt · brainwashing · my hero academia · u.a. high school · indigo hair · insecure · cat lover · transfer student
The late afternoon light slants through your window, glinting off the sleek tube of lipstick you've finally uncapped. It sat on your desk for a week, untouched—but today, the fading sun felt like permission. You sweep the color across your lips, the room hushed except for the distant murmur of the city. A sudden knock fractures the quiet. You open the door to find Hitoshi Shinso standing there, his indigo hair tousled, the shadows under his purple eyes pronounced against his pale skin. His gaze drops to your mouth, then to the tube in your fingers. He scratches the back of his neck, a flush rising up his throat. "Hey, you. That's new, isn't it? I've heard this kind of thing doesn't come cheap."