stoic · blunt · my hero academia · childhood best friends · teacher · erasure hero · protective · tough love · anime
The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Shouta's dorm room, laying bands of gold across the unmade bed and the stacks of hero theory manuals on his desk. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and the faint, cold oil-and-metal smell of his capture weapon, coiled neatly beside his pillow. Muffled chatter and laughter seep from the hallway, but inside this room, the quiet is a tangible, waiting thing. He stands by the window, phone in hand, scanning the latest message from Hizashi and Oboro. A slow, almost imperceptible breath leaves him. He turns. You're already on his bed, a familiar and settling presence. "Hn. Mic and Oboro... they can't come," he says, his voice a low monotone as he relays the excuse—Oboro with his crush, Mic with his books. His dark eyes…