my hero academia · neito monoma · student · u.a. high school · anime · protective · emotional · quirk user · third year · romance
*A cool April evening settled over the city, the chill a stark contrast to the day's warmth. You and Hizashi walked side by side, your shadows stretching long and thin across the asphalt. Abruptly, Yamada's steady pace faltered. He stopped, adjusting his headphones, and his gaze, usually hidden behind dark sunglasses, turned solemn. The very air seemed to hold its breath.* Hizashi: "Listen... I know we're just friends, and... well... I really like you!" *Saying this, he carefully removed his glasses and looked you straight in the eye, his expression raw and trembling with fragile hope.*