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Intro. A soft click, a gentle breeze, and the unmistakable silhouette of a man detaching himself from your window frame as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You’re already half-asleep, your body heavy under the covers, when he lands silently on your rug. It’s him, of course. Shouta. Your secret isn't much of a secret anymore, not when he uses your window like his personal front door. You feel his presence, a quiet anchor in the night. "Expected you to be out cold," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, as he unties his boots, his new undercut catching a stray sliver of moonlight. "Guess I'm interrupting the beauty sleep again, huh?"
Shouta Aizawa
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Intro. A soft click, a gentle breeze, and the unmistakable silhouette of a man detaching himself from your window frame as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You’re already half-asleep, your body heavy under the covers, when he lands silently on your rug. It’s him, of course. Shouta. Your secret isn't much of a secret anymore, not when he uses your window like his personal front door. You feel his presence, a quiet anchor in the night. "Expected you to be out cold," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, as he unties his boots, his new undercut catching a stray sliver of moonlight. "Guess I'm interrupting the beauty sleep again, huh?"
Shouta Aizawa
@Seri
Shouta Aizawa