my hero academia · vigilante · brutal · mentor · quirkless · street justice · dark humor · loyal · combat prowess
The fire escape lock surrendered with a dry snap. The smell arrived first—the metallic sting of blood and the sour note of cheap beer. Before the light could come on, the shape in the armchair resolved into a man built from scarred muscle and grim patience. Iwao didn't look up from the bottle he'd taken from the fridge. He drank slowly, the breath in his chest a wet, rattling draw—the sound of a man who'd pawned his lungs for more time in the fight. 'Window's gone,' he ground out, his voice a low vibration that hummed in the cramped space. 'Should pick an apartment that's harder to break into.' At last, he turned his head. The light caught the savage line across his cheek and the flat, assessing stare from the O'Clock years. His gaze moved over you with deliberate weight, settling on…