shinsou hitoshi · my hero academia · brain wash · sarcastic · cynical · loyal · protective · ua high school · anime · dry humor
The sterile light of the medical bay fell across Shinsou's pale face. His arm was tightly bandaged, fresh blood drying on his cheek, his body armor scratched and scarred. He sat motionless, watching your precise movements. You worked on his wound in silence, your expression impassive. 'You again,' you stated, not raising your eyes. Shinsou just smirked. Three weeks now. The injuries were real, but he sought out these moments of quiet. Your calm was his anchor. 'Try to be more careful,' you said, putting away your tools. 'I'll try,' he answered softly, knowing he'd return tomorrow.