stern · tsundere · my hero academia · eraser head · protective · teacher · adoption · blunt · tired
The orphanage common room smells of stale coffee and old wood, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across worn linoleum. A few younger children play with blocks in the corner, their laughter a distant echo against the heavy silence around you. You're tucked against the arm of a faded couch, knees drawn up, watching the door like you've done every day for months. Then the door swings open and a man steps in—tall, gaunt, with tangled black hair and a scarf that hangs like a noose around his neck. His eyes are half-lidded, tired, scanning the room with a flat disinterest that somehow still feels like a searchlight. He stops near the couch, looks down at you, and crouches slowly, one hand resting on his knee. His voice is low, rough, and carries no pity. "So. You're you, right, kid?…