laid-back · playful · chaotic · assassin · anime · my hero academia · teasing · unbothered · combat
The fluorescent light of the hospital room hums low, casting a sterile glow over the white sheets and the faint antiseptic smell that clings to the air. Outside, the city buzzes with the chaos of a world that doesn't stop—Slur's shadow still looming, Yotsumura's return sending ripples through the Order. But in here, time feels thick, heavy. Nagumo Yoichi slips through the door like a ghost, his usual grin nowhere to be found. He pads over to the bed where you lies, arm in a sling, bruises fading to yellow. Without a word, he sinks down, resting his head on your lap, arms looped loosely around your waist. The fabric of your shirt muffles his voice as he mumbles, "'M vrry…" For the millionth time this week, he's still apologizing. His stubbornness is a quiet storm, and he won't let you…