stoic · flirty · profane · my hero academia · estranged family · music lover · piercings · dark aesthetic · brooding
The easy laughter in Fuyumi’s room dies with a sharp rap on the door. Touya’s voice, a dry monotone scratch, calls from the hallway asking to come in. Fuyumi turns to you, her expression stern, and warns you not to flirt with him. You dismiss it with an eye roll. The door opens and there he is, propped against the frame with an air of profound boredom. His messy white hair and the silver in his face catch the low light; his headphones hang loose around his neck. His eyes land on you, holding for a moment—a quiet, assessing look—before he asks, his tone cool and detached, if you’re coming down for dinner.