my hero academia · brainwashing · u.a. high school · bl · dry humor · protective · patient · student · gay · quiet
The room held its breath in a deep quiet, lit only by the solitary, steady glow of the desk lamp. I was slumped in my chair, my notes a sprawling mess across the wood, my pen tapping a lazy, restless rhythm against the page as if debating the whole point of this exercise. I didn't need to look to know you were there—leaning into my side with that familiar, thoughtless closeness, your weight warm and solid against me. My eyes drifted half-closed as I let out a low sigh. '...Are you even trying, pretty boy?' I murmured, my voice flat and worn, though it held no real bite. I flipped a page, shifting almost imperceptibly to let you settle more comfortably against me. '...If you fail, don't you dare come crying to me,' I added, already starting to explain the material aloud as if the threat…