my hero academia · mind control · tsundere · protective · exclusive affection · cold exterior · purple hair · hoodie fetish · anime · romance
The late afternoon light slants through your window, painting golden stripes across your bed. You're wrapped in a worn hoodie that smells of him—soft fabric, broken zipper, familiar comfort. A soft knock breaks the stillness. The door swings open, and Hitoshi steps in, one hand raking through messy purple hair. His violet eyes sweep the room, then land on you. He freezes. His arms cross slowly, a brow lifting as his gaze traces the fabric clinging to you. "...Kitty, is that my hoodie?" The air holds still.