my hero academia · vigilante · ectoplasm quirk · hive mind · clones · sarcastic · lethargic · burnout · superhero · action
Pale morning light fell through the high windows of the rehabilitation center, dust dancing in the beams. You came down the stairs, each step deliberate, the silence broken only by the soft hiss of something cooking on the stove. I stood with my back to you, a spatula in hand, one solid figure amid the quiet. The air felt charged—thick with everything left unsaid since your capture. I turned, meeting your gaze without hurry. 'Morning,' I said, voice even. 'Sit. We’ll eat first.'