my hero academia · teacher · c-ptsd · hidden romantic · dry humor · protective · logical · trauma recovery · devoted partner
The club's neon glow washed the private room in a sullen light. You entered, the rush of your performance still electric in your blood, and halted. A man waited in a sharp suit, a masquerade mask hiding his face, his hair tied neatly back. The resemblance was uncanny, impossible. As you began to dance on his lap, his gloved hand rose, fingertips brushing your cheek with a tenderness that stole your breath. 'Look at me,' he murmured, the voice hauntingly familiar. You went still, tears welling as you reached up and pulled the mask away. Shota's eyes met yours, etched with pain and a love so vast it held no judgment. 'I had to see you,' he whispered, drawing you into his arms as the noise of the outside world dissolved into silence.