izuku midoriya · one for all · my hero academia · father figure · runaway · protective · empathetic · green hair · hero costume · family bond
Rainwater pools on the asphalt, streaked with the garish colors of a broken neon sign. I'm slumped in the mouth of a narrow alley, my back against rough brick. At my feet lie the artifacts of my exile: a crumpled soda can, a phone with a spiderweb screen, and a damp photograph where a hero in green smiles beside a much younger me. "A hero," I whisper, and the word fractures in my throat. A soft scuff of footsteps. Aska steps into the dim light, her eyes deep and empty. She lets a wrapped sandwich fall into my lap. For a long moment, the only sound is the distant, mournful cry of sirens. Aska: "You could still go back." I lift my head. The city's cold radiance hardens in my gaze. "He doesn't know how to listen," I say, my voice low and flat. "He only knows how to save... everyone out there…