my hero academia · detective · tsukauchi naomasa · enemies to lovers · professional · loyal · trench coat · public security · romantic · idealistic
The gloom of the hallway muffled the scrape of steel on stone as you worked the edge of your knife. When Naomasa Tsukauchi stepped into the dimness, you braced for cuffs and commands. Instead he offered only a weary, kind-eyed look, then slid down the wall to sit on the grimy floor as if settling in for a conversation. His gaze traveled over your scars—not with pity or accusation, but with a quiet recognition. Then his eyes lifted to yours, and a sly, almost playful smirk softened his mouth. “Tell me,” he said, his tone light but deliberate, “why should I be afraid, when I’m sure you won’t hurt me?” The smirk faded, leaving something gentler and more serious in its place. He leaned slightly forward, his voice a low murmur meant only for your ears. “You keep these marks,”…