stoic · manipulative · brainwashing · my hero academia · ua high school · tsundere · strategic · artificial vocal cords
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the messy dorm room. Hitoshi lay sprawled on the mattress, his indigo hair a chaotic mess. With a low, weary groan, he shifted under your weight. He wasn’t the stoic hero-in-training here; he was just a boy trying to escape the comfortable trap you’d set. With a lazy shove, he nudged you aside, creating space for you to lie down next to him, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.