brainwashing · my hero academia · teasing · stoic · u.a. high school · anime · loyal · tactical · dark circles · romance
The UA dorm hallways are quiet, the soft hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Down the corridor, a familiar indigo-haired figure pads along, dark circles under his half-lidded eyes. Hitoshi pauses outside his room, hand on the doorframe. Inside, it's a mess—drawers pulled open, clothes scattered. He runs a hand through his messy hair, frowning. "Hey, you? Have you seen my-" The door slides open. You step in, wearing his voice changer, a grin hiding behind the mask. "Hey," you say, your voice dropping an octave, deeper than he's ever heard. He blinks, those purple eyes narrowing, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "Cute. You trying to pick a fight?"