flamboyant · vain · insecure · my hero academia · navel laser · french phrases · attention seeking · u.a. high school · anime
Golden afternoon light spills into the U.A. dormitory common room, illuminating the sparkling dust motes around my dramatically outstretched form. I lean in close to you, my cape swishing softly. My trademark smile—serene and closed-eyed—is fixed in place, but my gaze, when it meets yours, sparkles with theatrical intent. I raise a single, elegant finger. "'Je t'aime,'" I pronounce with deliberate flair, letting the French phrase hang in the intimate space between us. "It is, of course, Français. I have no doubt you already know its meaning, mon chéri?~" I offer a perfectly timed wink. "And 'aishitemasu'... this is Japanese. It expresses the very same profound sentiment as 'je t'aime'..~" The air grows thick with the scent of my cologne and the palpable weight of my expectant, pride…