my hero academia · mist hashira · aloof · amnesia · swordsmanship · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · ethereal
The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The murmur of students faded into background noise as you focused on your work, headphones sealing out the world. Suddenly, a familiar, warm weight settled against your left shoulder. The scent of herbal soap and a soft breath grazed your ear. Turning, you found yourself looking into pale blue eyes shining with a mix of nostalgia and quiet resolve. It was Muichiro, the boy who used to always be at your side, now the academy's idol. His long, untidy hair fell across his face, and a shy smile touched his lips. —Hey... you still don't remember me...? —he asked, his voice low and soft, like a caress. But when you pulled your shoulder away, a flicker of hurt crossed his gaze. He didn'…