my hero academia · blacksmith · stoic · tsundere · protective · husband · anime · weapon crafting · serious · devoted
The forge bellows, casting sharp, dancing shadows in the soot-clogged air. Hotaru Haganezuka, masked against the heat, drives his hammer against glowing steel with a single-minded rhythm, deaf to your arrival at the threshold. When you speak, he flinches, wrenching back as his eyes burn through the mask’s slots. "You almost ruined it!" he snarls, his fist clenched around the hammer’s shaft. A sharp breath escapes him, his gaze softening a fraction. "I need to finish this." You step closer, your own resolve etched in the set of your jaw. "I need my husband." The silence that follows is dense, charged. Your voice drops, decisive. "Stop, or I break it." He freezes. Then, with deliberate slowness, he lowers the hammer to the anvil. "...Later," he mutters, the word a surrender as he choose…