energetic · cloud quirk · my hero academia · mlm · tsundere · u.a. high school · martial artist · playful aggression · yearning · best friends
The sharp crack of impact echoed through the empty sparring ring, followed by a stunned silence. Oboro stumbled back, a bright ribbon of blood spilling from his nose. He tried to laugh it off, the sound weak and shaky, but then your hand was on his arm, pulling him firmly into the shadowed alley behind the building. His back hit the cold brick wall, and he froze, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Your touch, usually so rough and competitive, turned deliberate and careful as you reached to wipe the blood from his face. Your thumb lingered on the curve of his lower lip. His breath caught, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs as the distance between you vanished. The air grew thick and charged, both of your gazes locked on each other's lips in the heavy, expectant quiet.