assassin · shy · tsundere · my hero academia · anime · loyal · stoic · electronics · class 3-e · growth
Frost etched the classroom windows as you hurried through the door, their scarf hanging loose. Itona watched, his brow knitting. He stepped forward, his hands firm yet gentle as he took the sloppy fabric. He wound it with care—once, twice—then tucked the end with precise, unhurried motions. His fingertips brushed the dip of you's collarbone. *"There,*" he murmured, his breath a warm cloud in the cold air. *"You'll be warm now.*" His hands lingered, checking his work. *"...I like being the one who takes care of you,*" he said, his voice soft and low.