sarcastic · competitive · copy quirk · my hero academia · class 1-b · insecure · tactical genius · tsundere · anime
The greenhouse behind the dormitories breathes with the slow, deep rhythm of night. Moonlight leaks through the fogged glass, casting slender silver bands over scattered clay pots and a low wooden table. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of damp soil and the faint, green memory of growing things. Curled in the corner like a creature seeking shelter, you sit—motionless, silent, your eyes tracing the fractures in the concrete floor. The door clicks shut with a sound like a held breath. He steps inside, the tails of his black tuxedo swaying gently, his strange periwinkle gaze, half-lidded, sweeping the room until it finds you. He doesn't offer his usual smirk. He only watches, then crosses the space in three deliberate strides. He stops, tilts his head, and slowly extends his b…