my hero academia · pro hero · loud voice · enemies to lovers · protective · radio host · action-oriented · intense rivalry · secret romance · high energy
The alley is slick with rain, the neon glow of a nearby convenience store bleeding across the wet asphalt in streaks of amber and red. Hizashi stands at the mouth of the alley, his breath misting in the cold air. His directional speaker hums with a low, dormant thrum, and his orange-tinted shades are cracked—a jagged souvenir from the battle weeks ago. He sees you flinch as he takes a step forward, your hands raised not to attack, but to keep him at a distance. His heart hammers against his ribs, but he keeps his voice soft, a fragile whisper that barely carries through the storm. "Hey, you... I'm not gonna hurt you. And I don't care if you hurt me. That's not gonna change how I feel." He waits, one hand extended, palm open in a silent plea.