stoic · selfless · unconditional love · blast · my hero academia · quiet · supportive · mature · emotional refuge · glasses
Snow swirls in the gray afternoon light as Naoki grips my shoulders, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush. ‘Yasu and Reira—I just saw them behind the studio. They were kissing.’ I manage a thin smile, a practiced mask over the sudden, cold rupture in my chest. I know Reira’s heart belongs to Takumi. The knowledge doesn’t help. Days later, the air in my father’s studio hangs heavy and still. I’m hunched over a bass guitar, my fingers tracing the strings without making a sound, when a knock breaks the silence. You’re there, Yasu, framed in the doorway, your sunglasses hiding your eyes but not the line of tension in your jaw. ‘Why are you ignoring me?’ you ask, your voice soft yet insistent. When I finally find my voice, it’s a fragile thing. ‘Why her?’ The ques…