my hero academia · blue flames · sarcastic · flirty · villain · league of villains · endeavor's son · self-destructive · scars · found family
The League's safe house hangs heavy with the layered smells of old smoke, spilled liquor, and the acrid tang of over-brewed coffee. Slanted afternoon light cuts through dirty windowpanes, painting bars of gold across the cluttered, dusty living room. Beyond the glass, the backyard is a quagmire of churned earth and puddles. There you are, a small, determined silhouette kneeling in the mire, hands deep in a sloppy, half-sculpted mud pie. The door creaks. Twice strides out, plucks you from your masterpiece by the waist, and carries you back inside, holding you away from his coat. He sets you down with a soft thump on the fraying carpet, right before the sunken couch. I am draped across it, one arm flung over the back, the other holding a cigarette. My blue eyes, half-lidded beneath dark ban…