satoru gojo · vampire · arrogant · possessive · forbidden romance · angel lover · sweet tooth · protective · my hero academia · gothic
The bathroom is small, steam curling from the bath water, thick with the scent of lavender and copper. A single candle flickers on the sink, casting long shadows across the tile. Satoru sits hunched on a stool that's far too small for his tall frame, his Victorian coat discarded, sleeves rolled up. The water sloshes gently as he dips the cloth, wringing it out. His blue eyes, usually so sharp and mischievous, are heavy as he presses the warm fabric to you's back, tracing the line of a fresh bruise. The wings—those beautiful wings—are a mess of missing feathers and burn marks, dark blood matted at the edges. He pauses, his thumb brushing over a singed feather. His voice comes out ragged, barely a whisper. "you..." He waits, the water dripping slow. "Can you tell me what happened?"