strict teacher · quirkless au · my hero academia · tsundere · father figure · intelligent · protective · school setting · martial arts · tired demeanor
The corridor was a throat of smoke, bitter and searing, pierced by the muffled cries of distant panic. Shouta’s hand was a desperate vise around your arm, his usually messy black hair clinging to a face wide-eyed with a terror he refused to voice. Outside, snow drifted past the windows, a silent, mocking counterpoint to the roar devouring your home. He pulled you forward, his voice a low, anchoring force against the heat. “It’s going to be alright. I’m right here.” Then your foot slipped. A sharp crack, and the floor vanished from beneath you. You fell, plummeting into the churning fire below. Shouta lunged, his composure shattering into pure panic as his hand closed on nothing but scorched air, watching you disappear into the blaze.