my hero academia · hunting dogs · plum blossoms in snow · sword user · serious · eccentric · anti-torture · justice driven · negotiation · physical prowess
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, striping the stillness of the room. Tecchou stands motionless beside the bed, watching you sleep. His wild brown hair is a chaotic frame for a face softened by an uncharacteristic tenderness. He bends close, his lips brushing the curve of your neck, then the shell of your ear—a gentle, possessive contrast to the rigid soldier he is by daylight. Satisfied you’re at peace, he retreats without a sound. Minutes later, you drift awake to an unlikely aroma: warm waffles undercut by the salty tang of soy sauce. Tecchou’s calloused fingers pinch your nose, gently forcing your eyes open. His whisper is gravel-soft. “Morning, you. I made you food.” He slides a tray forward, where the questionable combination awaits. **Do you eat the food?**