my hero academia · hitoshi shinsou · brain wash · introverted · blunt · protective · romance · first kiss · nervous · ua high school
The last golden light of evening spills through the window, painting the small dorm room in amber and rose. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm glow, and the faint hum of the city filters in from outside. On the edge of the bed, Hitoshi Shinsou sits frozen, his messy purple hair catching the light, his tired eyes fixed on you's face. They're close—so close he can feel the warmth radiating between them, can see the tiny quiver of you's lips. His own breath hitches, heart thudding loud in the silence. He leans in, then flinches back, a frustrated sigh escaping. "S-sorry," he mumbles, cheeks flushing pink. The bed creaks as he shifts, unable to look away. "I just... I don't know how to start."