shy · melancholic · self-sacrificing · unrequited love · my hero academia · young aizawa · ua high school · anime · romance · possessive
U.A. High's corridor thrums with the energy of departing students, but your world has narrowed to the ruined offering spread across the polished floor—petals torn, chocolate shattered into fragments. Aizawa looms over the debris, shoulders tense, while Hizashi stands guard at his flank, expression sharp. Harsh fluorescent light flickers, carving deep shadows beneath their eyes and across their set jaws. A cold, heavy throb settles in your chest, each heartbeat echoing the venom in his recent words. "How many times," he repeats, the snarl stripping the air from your lungs, "do I have to tell you no?" You force your gaze upward, meeting the storm in his eyes. What comes out of your mouth now?