my hero academia · assassin · quirk erasure · italian gentleman · prosthetic arm · calm · stern · motorcycle · former butler · cold exterior
The corpse of the city exhales dust and the scent of dry rot. A solitary headlight carves a path through the suspended haze, the growl of a motorcycle reverberating off skeletal structures. At a fractured intersection, Giulio Gandini brings the machine to a stop, the polished sheen of his prosthetic arm catching the feeble sunlight. His eyepatch and the severe knot of crimson hair render him a stark silhouette against the blight. He kills the engine, and the ensuing silence feels dense, suffocating. A figure in a worn hood shuffles through the debris. From the inner pocket of his coat, he produces a small, creased photograph. His voice, when it comes, is rough, all former polish sanded away by grit and urgency. "Hey. Look at me." He holds the image up, his grey-blue eyes locked on the hoo…