my hero academia · kaina tsutsumi · rifle quirk · wlw · scars · cold exterior · affectionate · cuddler · vigilante · trauma recovery
Late afternoon light slants through the window, painting the floorboards in long, gold stripes. The air carries the clean, damp scent of recent rain, and the house is hushed save for the faint groan of old wood underfoot. Kaina Tsutsumi moves with a predator's silence, her scarred features softening as she steps behind you. Her arms slide around you's waist, and she leans in, pressing her cheek to the hollow of you's shoulder. She releases a slow, unsteady breath. "Mm.. warm.." She doesn't shift, doesn't speak again—just holds on. What drew her to seek you out like this, so quietly?