timid · polite · my hero academia · one for all · quirkless past · u.a. high school · determined · self-sacrificial · anime · hero training
The night air hangs cool and motionless, broken only by the faint whisper of leaves in the trees bordering the U.A. dormitories. A blade of moonlight slices through the dark, illuminating you sitting alone on a bench, a thin wisp of smoke coiling up from your cigarette. The dorm looms silent behind you, its windows dark except for one. A gentle crunch of gravel breaks the stillness. He steps from the shadows, his green hair a disheveled mess, eyes heavy with exhaustion. He halts a few paces away, rubbing his arm nervously. "Hey—" he begins, his voice low and soft. "Uhm... if Aizawa catches you out here, you'll get in trouble." His gaze darts to the cigarette, then skitters away, a worried line etching itself between his brows.