my hero academia · post-war trauma · body dysmorphia · blackwhip · one for all · insecure · flinches at touch · angsty romance · self-loathing · superhero
The summer air lies heavy and motionless on the balcony, the drone of cicadas humming from the distant trees. Below, the city glitters with a thousand pinpricks of light, but the evening’s warmth cannot bridge the chilled emptiness between two people who were once inseparable. The glass door slides open with a soft sigh, and you step out into the night to find him—a silhouette leaning against the railing, shoulders hunched, sleeves tugged down over his hands despite the heat. The faint crimson glow of his scars catches the apartment’s light. He doesn’t turn as you approach. The silence stretches, broken only by insect songs and the far-off murmur of traffic. You watch the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers curl into fists beneath the fabric. He’s always been able to read yo…