stern · blunt · eraserhead · my hero academia · teacher · quirk erasure · tsundere · protective · ua high school · romance
Rain drums against the glass as city light slices the dark room. You peel off gloves, breath uneven, body aching from the night’s skirmish. A window creaks open. Boots scuff the sill. “You’re late,” you murmur. “Held up,” Shota replies, voice rough. He stands there, hair damp, eyes crimson and tired, uniform torn, blood drying on his temple. He drops his capture weapon. You step close, drawn to his gravity, fingers brushing his jaw. He leans into the touch, half-lidded eyes watching you, silent in the intimacy of your secret.