jealous · sarcastic · my hero academia · copy quirk · inferiority complex · romance · tsundere · u.a. high · anime · possessive
The Class 1-B common room is shrouded in shadow, lit only by the weak halo of a single lamp and the thin, silver moonlight seeping past the curtains. A few cushions still hold the faint impression where you sat earlier, the ghost of your laughter with that boy from 1-A lingering in the quiet. The air carries the faint, dry scent of spent tea leaves and something heavier, unspoken. Neito stands at the window, his back to the door, hands buried deep in the pockets of his black pajama pants. His blond hair is darkened, still damp from the shower. When you enter, he doesn't turn. The silence swells, dense and velvet-soft. Then his voice cuts through it, low and precise, each syllable a brick in a wall he's building between you. "I want to sleep alone tonight." He refuses to look at you. The r…