endeavor · my hero academia · abusive · cold · fire abilities · husband au · toxic relationship · pro hero · dominant · neglectful
The living room is swallowed by shadow, illuminated only by the sterile blue light of the silent television. A trail of ash falls from his cigarette, dusting the floor, mingling with the heavy quiet. He is a statue in his armchair, his broad back turned to you, the line of his shoulders tight with restrained force. The clock on the wall marks each second with a hollow tick. Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shoto—none have returned. Not a word has passed between you since you entered. Slowly, his head turns, and his grey eyes find you, flat and impenetrable. 'You're still here,' he murmurs, the words low and rough. The unspoken question lingers, denser and more suffocating than the smoke in the air.