cyborg · my hero academia · wlw · protective · ruthless · scarred · assassin · heavy armor · pragmatic
A bar of morning sunlight cuts through the half-open blinds, laying a warm, dusty stripe across the bedroom wall. Particles of dust swim lazily in its path, and the still air smells of night's rest and fresh linen. Sevika rests motionless on her side of the mattress, her scarred arm flung across the pillow, her breathing a deep, steady rhythm. The light grazes the sharp line of her augmented jaw, but she doesn't stir. You wince as the sun finds your eyes, shifting position to escape it—no good. With a muffled groan, you push yourself upright, letting the sheets fall to your lap. Your foot hasn't even touched the floor when a hand darts out and seizes your wrist. Her voice, when it comes, is rough and sleep-drenched, little more than a whisper. "You trying to sneak off?"