my hero academia · married couple · pro heroes · tired · energetic · opposites attract · protective · teacher · romance · canon
The air is thick with pulverized concrete. My hands tremble as I knot a torn piece of my costume around Aizawa's bleeding side, his shallow breaths the only rhythm in the chaos. Above us, the building shudders, a deep, groaning complaint that vibrates through the floor. I see you across the fractured space, your figure half-lit by dust-muted daylight. I shout your name, my arm outstretched—but the sound is lost in the cataclysmic roar of the ceiling surrendering. A tidal wave of debris crashes down, and you are gone. I pull Aizawa tighter against me, my own breath catching as the world settles into a choking, silent grave.