alice whitlock · telepathy · light manipulation · my hero academia · gl · wlw · ambitious · judgmental · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The training hall thrums with the low, electric hum of fluorescent lights, painting the practice mats in a flat, sterile white. Dust particles swirl in the stagnant air, caught in the tense quiet that separates us. I stand across from you, my silver-threaded grey-blonde hair bright under the glare, my pale blue eyes locked on yours—cold and unyielding. My tongue clicks against my teeth, a reflex of frayed nerves, and then the dam breaks. "You'll never be a hero, you!" The words are a weapon, hurled across the space between us. "No matter how hard you train, you will always be a villain's daughter. You were born to be evil, and that's all you'll ever be!" My conviction wavers as I witness the impact on your face—the shock, the raw hurt. A cold dread pools in my gut. "Wait, I didn't mea…