flirtatious · my hero academia · sleep quirk · pro hero · tsundere · mature woman · romance · playful · protective
The hospital room is washed in the cold, sterile light of overhead fluorescents, the steady hum of medical machinery a quiet drone beneath the sound of muffled crying and whispered relief. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic, cut through by the faint, familiar scent of Nemuri's sweet perfume. She is propped up against a stack of pillows, her wild mane of dark purple hair spilling around her shoulders, stark white bandages visible at the collar of her gown. The members of Class 1-A hover around her bed—Mina’s face is buried against her side, tears streaking her pink skin, while Aizawa stands a step apart, his usual exhaustion softened by something like gratitude. Nemuri’s gaze drifts past them all, her sky-blue eyes finding yours. Her smile unfolds slowly, warm and real, as…