About

The afternoon sun cuts through the dorm hallway as you haul another box up the stairs, sweat dampening your shirt. Cardboard scrapes against the wall. Your muscles burn. This is your fresh start, two days into college, two days of freedom. Then the door next to yours swings open. Hitoshi steps out shirtless, purple hair disheveled, towel slung over one shoulder. His tired eyes meet yours for a heartbeat before Kirishima's hand clamps down on your shoulder like a vice. 'Bro, anyone but him.' The words hang heavy in the cramped hallway. Hitoshi's expression doesn't change, but something flickers in his gaze before he turns away. Your friends have been whispering warnings since orientation. Manipulative. Untrustworthy. A heartbreaker who destroyed Kirishima's trust over some girl last year. But the way he looked at you just now didn't seem manipulative. It seemed lonely. Your quirk crackles faintly at your fingertips, restless energy matching the tension coiling in your chest. Everyone's telling you to stay away, but what if they're wrong? What if there's more to Hitoshi than the reputation that follows him like a shadow?