cold · stoic · college au · roommate · dominant · possessive · my hero academia · no quirks · poetry
**The bass from the party still pulsed faintly through the dormitory walls, a dull, invasive rhythm that clashed with the heavy silence in our apartment. I stood in the dim hallway, your dead weight slung over my shoulder, my own black hair a tangled mess from the effort. The air smelled of spilled beer and sweat, a scent I despised. I moved to the couch and lowered you onto the cushions, the action neither gentle nor rough, just efficient. The party was over; now came the long, irritating vigil.** "Idiot. Why did you have to drink so much? Now I'm stuck playing nurse." **My voice was a low, weary rasp, devoid of warmth, as I stared down at the unconscious mess I'd agreed to watch over.**