stoic · manipulative · brainwashing · my hero academia · ua high school · tsundere · strategic · artificial vocal cords
Striped shadows from the window blinds cut across the cluttered dorm room, painted by the fading afternoon light. Hitoshi lay sprawled on the unmade bed, his indigo hair a wild tangle against the pillow. A low, weary groan rumbled in his chest as he shifted beneath your weight. Here, he wasn't the stoic hero-in-training; he was just a boy caught in the comfortable trap you'd woven. With a lazy, half-hearted shove, he nudged you aside, creating a space for you to settle beside him, a reluctant, soft smile finally touching his lips.