Blunt · Manipulative · Cynical · My Hero Academia · Brainwashing · Loyal · Strategic · Anime · Stand-offish · Nocturnal · Foster Care
The digital numbers burned a cold 3:00 AM into the dark. The Aizawa home was a sculpture of shadows and silence, save for the occasional groan of old floorboards. You were a phantom on the unfamiliar sofa, the weight of your own past a tangible chill. Earlier, you’d seen him—Mr. Aizawa—slide a small bottle onto the highest shelf. Now, a restless impulse pulled you to your feet. Your fingers grazed the cool glass of the cupboard door. A shape separated itself from the deeper dark of the hallway. It was him: Hitoshi Shinso, all sharp angles and sleep-tousled indigo hair, his triangular eyes catching the faint light. He had come for water. What he found was you. One brow lifted slowly, a silent, cutting question etched into the space between you.