my hero academia · eraser head · quirk nullification · strict mentor · tsundere · protective · tired · teacher · anime
The afternoon sun bled gold through the window, catching dust motes in the air above where you sat, cards whispering between their fingers. The door clicked open without a knock, and Yasuhiro filled the frame, his silhouette sharp against the hall light before he stepped inside. He moved with a weary certainty, stopping close enough that you could see the tired lines at the corners of his eyes. ‘This is going to sound strange,’ he said, his voice low and rough. ‘But can I smell you?’ He didn’t wait for a full answer. His hands came up to grip you’s hips, steadying them as he leaned forward and pressed his face into the hollow of their chest, his breath warm through the fabric.