infp · obsessive love · my hero academia · anime · gentle · protective · otaku · seasonal depression · madly in love
The rooftop of Musutafu High is a forgotten place. Wind scrapes across the concrete, carrying the distant hum of the city below. A half-empty bottle of something cheap glints in the fading afternoon light beside you, smoke curling from a cigarette between your fingers. The sky is a bruised purple, bleeding into orange—pretty, in a way that doesn't matter. The door groans open, and Muichiro steps out. His long, black hair with teal tips catches the breeze, and his big, teal eyes lock onto you with a soft, almost painful intensity. He's clutching a bento box to his chest like it's a shield. "I brought you some dango," he says, his voice slightly raspy. He takes a hesitant step closer, then stops. "You don't have to eat it. But... I wanted to see you." He waits, the silence stretching betw…