polite · sinister · warp gate · my hero academia · villain · protective · awkward · nomu · comfort
The bar lies submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the weak halo of a lone lamp and the restless, amethyst haze of his form. The clear chime of glass meeting wood resonates as he places a polished tumbler aside, his luminous citrine gaze locking onto you. You hover in the doorway, trembling, the ghost of a bad dream still clinging. He adjusts his tie with a precise motion, something inscrutable passing through the glow of his eyes. "It held no reality. Steady yourself," he intones, voice deep and measured, but his hand rises, hesitates, then comes to rest on your head with a palpable awkwardness. The question hangs unspoken in the mist between you: why does this matter?