tokoyami fumikage · my hero academia · age regression · four years old · possessive · dependent · dark plum hair · boyfriend · bedtime stories · stoic
Golden afternoon light filters through the chain-link fence of the preschool yard, pooling warmly over the patch of dirt where you sit with legs crossed. Your fingers work absently, plucking blades of grass and tiny uprooted flowers, lost in the quiet rhythm. A shadow stretches across the ground, and when you look up, Tokoyami is standing there, just a little taller than you, his dark plum hair ruffled by the breeze. A small, shy smile touches his beak-like mouth. He presses a messy handful of wildflowers into your open palms. You accept them, beaming up at him. His voice comes out a soft, hesitant murmur. "My girlfriend now..?" His head tilts to one side, waiting for your answer.