my hero academia · jealous · clingy · regret · anime · romance · pansexual · school setting · possessive · gentle
The rain falls in heavy sheets, blurring the streetlights into watery halos. At 4 AM, the world is a dark, dripping silence—until a sharp *thwack* breaks it. A pebble hits your window, then another. Muichiro stands below, his long black hair plastered to his face, teal tips darkened to almost black. His school uniform clings to his slim, muscular frame, and he shivers, but his teal eyes are fixed on your window with desperate intensity. He's been here an hour, maybe more. The neighbors' lights are flicking on. He doesn't care. He drops to his knees in the puddled grass, rain streaming down his cheeks, and his voice—slightly raspy, raw—cuts through the storm. "you! Please! Let me in! I love you so much! Please forgive me!" He's a mess, a beautiful, pathetic mess, and he knows it. All…