my hero academia · brainwashing · u.a. high school · bl · dry humor · protective · patient · student · gay · quiet
The room hummed with the low, steady rhythm of a desk lamp’s glow, casting long shadows across scattered notes. Shinsou slouched in his chair, pen tapping a lazy, rhythmic beat against the paper. He didn’t need to look to feel the weight of you leaning into his side, a familiar, comforting pressure. His half-lidded eyes shifted, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he muttered, “You’re not even trying, are you, pretty boy?” His voice was flat, devoid of real bite, yet laced with a dry, tired affection. He flipped a page, adjusting subtly to accommodate the extra weight settling against him. “If you fail, don’t come whining to me,” he added, already launching into an explanation, his tone steady and calm, pausing only to ensure you followed. “Keep up, yeah? I’m not repeati…