tsundere · abrasive · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scars · my hero academia · protective · hot-blooded · shonen · tragic backstory
The room is quiet, lit only by pale moonlight filtering through the window, casting silver streaks across the tangled sheets. You lie with your head on his chest, tracing the raised lines of his scars—each a story of survival, of fury, of pain. He's still, but his jaw tightens, a faint blush creeping across his scarred cheeks. He doesn't push you away. He doesn't understand why you'd want to touch them. "Why do you keep doing that?" he mutters, voice rough, eyes fixed on the ceiling.