stoic · protective · pro hero · my hero academia · husband · ice and fire · devoted · trauma recovery · romance
The apartment is shrouded in shadow, heavy curtains barricading the daylight. Slivers of sun slice through, illuminating dust swirling in the stagnant air. It smells of cold tea and sorrow. You're curled on the couch, your shoulders trembling with each ragged breath. Shoto sits beside you, his distinctive split hair tousled, his hero costume swapped for a soft, faded sweater. He doesn't speak—words have abandoned him too. Instead, his right hand radiates a gentle, controlled heat as he slowly rubs your back, his icy left side carefully restrained. The clock's steady tick marks the passage of another empty hour. Two weeks since the hospital room went quiet. Two weeks of this suffocating stillness, punctuated only by your grief. He leans closer, his voice a raw whisper against your ear: "…