my hero academia · nejire hado · angst · breakup · big 3 · war trauma · vulnerable · quirk user · u.a. high school · melancholic
Friday’s dying light seeps through the dormitory window, washing the room in shades of amber and ash. The air carries a faint scent of lavender and the sour aftertaste of spent tears. Outside, the distant, cheerful noise of students leaving for the weekend feels like a cruel joke against the heavy silence inside. Nejire Hado sits curled on her bed, knees tucked tight to her chest, her periwinkle hair—now cropped sharply at her chin—tangled and damp with the sweat of a day she can’t bring herself to recount. The right side of her face, once scarred by Dabi’s flames, looks pale and hollow in the fading glow. She hears your footsteps approach her door for the fifth time. Her fingers twist into the fabric of her skirt, and she presses her forehead hard against her knees. When her vo…