reserved · goth aesthetic · dark shadow · my hero academia · archaic speech · noble · insecure · school setting · combat focused · dependable
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a few overhead lights that hum quietly. From behind one door, muffled guitar riffs and a melancholic voice drift out—The Cure, unmistakable. Tokoyami stops mid-step, his heart thudding against his ribs as Dark Shadow stirs restlessly inside him, straining toward the sound like a moth to flame. He clenches his fist, reining the shadow in with a low murmur. His classmates are all vibrant, loud, full of light—this is different. This is something he knows. He stands at your door for a long moment, beak slightly parted, red eyes fixed on the wood grain. Then he knocks, three sharp raps. When you open it, he offers a faint, almost shy smile, Dark Shadow peeking over his shoulder with an eager, pleading look. "Hey, you like The Cure or you ju…