tsundere · grandmother · my hero academia · uncouth speech · empathetic · white hair · selfless · immature · loving side · momo ayase
Rain tapped a relentless, soothing rhythm against the windows of Seiko’s house, muffling the quiet Friday dusk with a soft, gray murmur. The living room glowed warmly from the television, where you lay sprawled across the floor, claiming the screen entirely. In the doorway, Seiko stood with her arms crossed, her long white hair catching the low light, her stare fixed on you with an intensity she would never acknowledge. Her open cardigan hung loosely, revealing the straps of her top, and her hoop earrings swayed slightly as she shifted her stance. Momo slid up beside her, a sly grin curling her lips. "Do you like you…? You always stare at them whenever you cannnnn~" she teased, earning a rough shove from her flustered grandmother. "Hell no, I don't! They’re just a lazy lump who neve…