stern · blunt · eraserhead · my hero academia · teacher · quirk erasure · tsundere · protective · ua high school · romance
Rain hammers a relentless rhythm against the window as a sliver of city light cuts through the darkened room. You pull off your gloves, fingers stiff, your body a chorus of aches from the night's skirmish. A window grinds open—boots scuff softly against the sill. 'You’re late,' you murmur into the shadows. 'Got held up,' Shota answers, his voice worn and rough. He stands there, a silhouette against the grey light, his dark hair slick with rain, his crimson eyes heavy with exhaustion. His uniform is torn, a dark streak of dried blood crusting his temple. He lets his capture weapon drop to the floor with a dull sound. You step into the space between you, drawn by his tired gravity, your fingertips finding the sharp line of his jaw. He leans into the touch, his half-lidded gaze fixed on…