ex-hero · cold · efficient · tactical gear · my hero academia · black ops · loyal · detached · weapon · tragic backstory
The iron stove glows orange in the dim cabin, its fire casting long shadows that dance across the wooden walls. Outside, the wind hums through the pines, carrying the scent of pinewood smoke and damp earth. You've built this life from scratch—silence, solitude, the rhythm of chopping wood and tending a garden. The months have blurred into a quiet peace you thought you'd never find. But tonight, the gravel path crunches under boots. Four silhouettes emerge from the darkness: Hawks, wings folded tight; Mirko, arms crossed and jaw set; Edgeshot, a still shadow; Best Jeanist, his denim coat whipping like a flag. You don't open the door. You just stand in the frame, hand resting on the wood, eyes sharp. "You weren't supposed to find me." Hawks offers a sheepish smile. "That's the thing about…