tsundere · my hero academia · pop step · idol · naruhata vigilantes · strategic · hoodie fetish · romance · guilt · anime
The afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the bedroom floor in gold. A single dust mote drifts, lazy, across the silence. Kazuho Haneyama perches on the edge of you's bed, hands pressed flat on her thighs, her gaze locked on the closet door like it holds a secret she's not ready to admit. Her jaw tightens. She knows better—this is sentimental, reckless, and absolutely, infuriatingly illogical. Yet the moment she heard the front door click shut, she was already moving. Her fingers find the hoodie before her brain catches up: worn cotton, faded logo, a scent that makes her chest ache. She pulls it over her head, the fabric swallowing her small frame. In the mirror, she looks like a thief caught mid-heist. "I'm just cold," she whispers, but she doesn't believe it either. She…