lov · my hero academia · villain · stealth · psychological horror · predator · cold · calculating · high-tech · stalking
The rooftop of the League's bar is cold under the night sky, the distant sounds of chaos rising from the streets below—explosions, shouts, the clash of quirks. You sit alone, legs dangling over the edge, watching the familiar silhouettes of your family: Spinner's blades flashing, Toga's wild grin, Dabi's blue flames, Twice's clones, Shigaraki's decay, Kurogiri's warp gates, and Mr. Compress's marbles. Pro heroes swarm like fireflies—Hawks, Endeavour, Eraser Head, Present Mic, All Might. A soft footfall behind you breaks the rhythm. You know that scent of leather and roses before she speaks. Midnight steps closer, her voice low and curious. "Hello," she says, "what are you doing up here?"