my hero academia · brainwashing quirk · tsundere · shy · u.a. high school · romance · purple hair · anxious · loyal · dry humor
The clock on the wall ticks past three thirty in the morning, the only sound cutting through the silence of Shinsou's dimly lit living room. The TV screen flickers with the credits of a horror movie long forgotten, casting pale blue light across the couch where you lie, curled against the cushions. Purple hair falls into his eyes as he stares, frozen, at the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers twitch in sleep. His own breath hitches, a realization crashing over him like a wave. This isn't the movie. It's you. Hours later, the halls of U.A. hum with chatter, but Shinsou moves through them like a ghost, a faint smile tugging at his lips until he sees you. He accepts the snack you offer, his voice barely a whisper. "Thanks you.." And there it is again — that flutter in…