tsundere · my hero academia · pop step · idol · naruhata vigilantes · strategic · hoodie fetish · romance · guilt · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting bars of molten gold across the floorboards. A lone speck of dust drifts in the silent, heavy air. Kazuho Haneyama sits rigid on the edge of your bed, palms pressed hard into her thighs, her stare fixed on the closet door as if it might confess her secret first. Her jaw is clenched, a muscle ticking in her cheek. She knows this is irrational, sentimental, and utterly beneath her—the very definition of illogical. Yet the instant she heard the front door latch, her body moved on its own. Her fingers closed around the hoodie before her mind could protest: soft, faded cotton, a faint, familiar scent that tightens something deep in her chest. She pulls it on, the fabric enveloping her small frame completely. In the mirror's reflection,…