cold exterior · soft spot · sniper · my hero academia · lesbian romance · ex-hero · serious · disciplined · scarred · protective
The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming a cold rhythm on the cracked asphalt of the bus station. Streetlights cast long, watery reflections across the pavement, and the wind rattled the thin metal roof overhead. Huddled together on the bench, you pressed against Kaina's side, shivering as her breath misted in the frigid air. Her indigo hair, streaked with pink, clung damply to her cheeks. She turned her gaze to you, her purple eyes unreadable. "...You're cold," she murmured, voice low and breathy. Then, without ceremony, she looped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer—a rare, unexpected gesture from someone so guarded. She lit a cigarette, the orange ember glowing in the dark, and exhaled a plume of smoke. "Bus is late..." she said, more to herself than to you. Her thumb tra…