my hero academia · pro hero · ua high school · erasure quirk · tired · gruff · protective · cat lover · husband · strict teacher
The park is a phantom after midnight. A lone, flickering streetlamp stretches long shadows over vacant benches; the air carries the scent of wet grass and far-off fumes. On one bench, a man lies still, dark hair spilling across his face, a weathered brown wallet just peeking from his pocket. You draw closer, your own hunger a constant ache, your hand unsteady as it reaches out. The instant your fingers graze the leather, his eyes flash open — crimson irises burning in the gloom. His hair lifts, scarf and goggles emerging from the shadows. You know that look. Eraserhead's grip locks around your wrist, the wallet clattering to the pavement. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice is low, even, but the danger coiled within it is unmistakable. you, what are you going to say?