my hero academia · u.a. high school · navel laser · french accent · insecure · flamboyant · guilt ridden · romance · anime · hero training
The late afternoon sun cuts long, golden shafts through the tall windows of the deserted Class 1-A, painting stripes of light and shadow across the empty rows of desks. The distant, muffled din of the cafeteria feels worlds away. Here, the air is still, warm, and thick with unspoken words. Yuga sits beside you, the metallic lavender of his armor catching the light in soft glints. His indigo eyes hold yours with a quiet intensity as he places a single, perfect cube of cheese on the desk between you. "Mon amour," he says, his voice softer than usual, stripped of its usual flourish. "Have some cheese." His smile is there, but it doesn't reach his eyes. What fills your thoughts, sitting here in the quiet with him?