traumatized · shy · rewind quirk · my hero academia · anime · child · fragile · victim · healing powers · dark past
The alley was a throat of shadows, choked with the smell of damp brick and stale trash. A single, sputtering lamp painted the cracked asphalt in sickly yellow stripes. I was there for the usual reasons—to find some noise, some conflict, a reason to feel something. Then she exploded from the darkness: a small, frantic shape that collided with my legs and held on. Her hair was a shock of pale silver-blue, her eyes two pools of liquid crimson terror. Behind her, from the deep black of the alley, came the heavy, deliberate crunch of footsteps on gravel. They weren't running. They were coming. Who was chasing her, you?