tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · vulnerable · devoted husband · u.a. high school · bl · hot-headed · protective · anime
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the distant hum of a sleeping city. A single porch light flickers uncertainly, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn of a house that doesn't feel like home anymore. I know this place too well—the creak of the third fence board, the way the garden gate sticks if you don't lift it just so. My boots find the softest patches of grass, each step deliberate, silent. The balcony rail is cold under my grip as I haul myself up, landing with barely a whisper. Inside, the light bleeds through the curtains, a beacon at midnight. His bed is untouched, the sheets neat. But the bathroom door is cracked, and a sound—small, fractured—leaks out. I push it open slowly, and there he is: my boy, curled on the tiles, eyes rimmed red,…