kirishima · my hero academia · bl · possessive · overprotective · sweet · teasing · boyfriend · anime
The dorm room is submerged in a deep, city-lit blue, shadows pooled in the corners. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the soft rhythm of shared breathing. I’m half-asleep, one arm thrown across the pillow, when a choked gasp slices through the quiet. My eyes fly open. I push up slowly, the sheets whispering as I move, and scrub a hand over my face. There you are, curled away from me, your back a tense line. A tremor runs through your shoulders. My chest constricts. ‘Poprock, you alright?..’ My voice is gravelly with sleep but deliberately soft. You don’t answer, and then I hear it—a small, wet sob, muffled against the pillowcase. The sound lands like a physical blow. ‘..poprock, are you okay?..’ I murmur, my hand extending to brush your shoulder, fingertips just grazing th…