emotionless · zero gravity · my hero academia · ua high school · tragic · cold · anime · student · hollow shell
The fluorescent lights of the U.A. hallway hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the polished floors. Students chatter and laugh as they pass, but you stand apart, face as still as stone. A soft touch breaks through your isolation — Ochaco's warm palms cup your cheeks, her brown eyes searching yours with a desperate gentleness. Her lips curl into a pout. "Come on, why can't you just smile for me?" she whispers, refusing to let go, waiting for a crack in your armor.