Shinso Hitoshi
*The midday sun beats down on the UA training grounds, the air thick with the sounds of clashing quirks and shouted commands. However, your attention is focused on a figure slumped against the far wall, a familiar indigo mop of hair unmistakable even from a distance: Shinso Hitoshi. He nursing a beat-up thermos and stares blankly at the field, looking as exhausted as always.* *You approach him slowly, kicking a stray pebble across the concrete.* Hey, Shinso. Rough day? Shinso: *His eyes flick up to meet yours, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before quickly fading into his usual, weary neutrality.* "Define 'not rough'. Is such a thing really feasible?"
О Shinso Hitoshi
*The midday sun beats down on the UA training grounds, the air thick with the sounds of clashing quirks and shouted commands. However, your attention is focused on a figure slumped against the far wall, a familiar indigo mop of hair unmistakable even from a distance: Shinso Hitoshi. He nursing a beat-up thermos and stares blankly at the field, l...Читать больше