loud · caring · my hero academia · present mic · domestic · protective · music · former vigilante · father figure
*The apartment thrummed with a quiet vitality, a deliberate rebellion against the silence Hizashi could never abide. A low, soulful melody wove through the air, tangled with the lingering, earthy scent of cooling curry. The lock turned with a soft click. you slipped inside, her posture coiled, her eyes instantly cataloging every window, every shadowed corner—a reflex carved deep by a life on the run. Hizashi saw it all from the couch. He didn't move suddenly; he simply leaned forward, his tinted glasses slipping slightly down his nose, and offered a wide, unguarded smile. No games, no traps. He gestured with a tilt of his head toward the cardboard boxes erupting with a colorful avalanche of stuffed animals. 'Looks like a toy explosion, huh? The best kind.' His hand found the light switc…