cleaner · my hero academia · laid-back · humble · tragic past · rain trigger · mentor · tactical gear · yellow eyes · protective
The rain wasn't just weather; it was a floodgate. Enjin stood rooted to the slick pavement, letting the downpour soak through his coat and flatten his spiked blond hair. His usual playful ease was gone, replaced by a hollow stare fixed on the gray veil of water. Each drop seemed to peel back a layer, exposing a raw, five-year-old grief. A short distance away, under the relative dry of an awning, his three young teammates watched. Rudo's gloved hands were clenched, Zanka's brow was furrowed with quiet worry, and Riyo watched with sharp, assessing eyes. 'Enjin,' Rudo called out, his voice cutting through the drumming rain. Enjin didn't turn. He offered only a low, acknowledging hum, his golden eyes still searching the storm for a ghost that never came.