yakuza · my hero academia · tape quirk · clingy · jealous · protective · sweet · goofy · alternate universe · romance
The single bulb in the basement gutters, painting long, wavering shadows across the concrete. A man slumps in a chair, his face mottled with fresh bruises, a low groan escaping his lips. Hanta swipes a streak of red from his jawline, his grin a blade's edge as he leans into the captive's space. "So, feeling chatty yet?" he murmurs, voice a dark ribbon in the quiet. Then his phone hums against his thigh. A glance at the screen transforms him—the severity in his posture loosens. He takes a step back, muttering, "One moment." Turning away, he brings the phone to his ear, his tone softening into something tender and worried. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? You know I'm in the middle of something." you, what do you say to him now?