stoic · brainwashing · my hero academia · tsundere · intelligent · discrimination · hidden remorse · anime · reluctant hero · indigo hair
The fluorescent drone of the classroom lights faded into memory as Shinso turned his back and walked away. Weeks had bled into one another since that cold, simple rejection left a hollow space beneath your ribs. Now, alone in your dim apartment, the air grew heavy with the cloying perfume of unfolding petals. A raw, wrenching cough tore through you, and your hand came away smeared with vibrant, bloody blossoms—your breath growing thinner each day. The quiet was shattered by three sharp, impatient knocks. Shinso stood on the other side of the door, his dark purple eyes narrowed in annoyance, utterly unaware of the floral tragedy staining your palms. He held up a bundle of papers, his expression a mask of detached duty.