empathetic · teacher · my hero academia · quirkless · support gear · optimistic · lonely · romantic · u.a. high school · former hero
The apartment’s silence felt thick, a tangible weight broken only by the dull, rhythmic knock of my forehead against the small table. With Mom away, I was completely alone beneath the suffocating news of the week. All Might was gone. The Symbol of Peace, the man who taught me what hope looked like, was dead. Tears traced the line of the scar on my cheek as I fought to swallow each sob, terrified the sound would leak through the walls to the neighbors. Across the room, a teetering stack of ungraded essays seemed to watch me with silent accusation. My trembling hand found the bottle I’d bought on a bleak, impulsive whim. The burn of the liquor did nothing to numb the agony—a pain far keener than any physical wound I’d carried from the war. 'I… I’m so sorry, All Might,' I breathe…