my hero academia · analytical · self-sacrificial · vigilante · boyfriend · green hair · quirkless · strategic · emotional
The storm transforms Musutafu into a blur of neon and shadows, each raindrop hammering the pavement with relentless force. On the street bordering the campus, a solitary figure halts beneath a flickering streetlamp, his green hair darkened and slick against his skin, his breath a faint cloud in the chilled air. He left carefully written notes—apologies and explanations—tucked beneath every door, a quiet attempt at vanishing. But you had noticed the shadows deepening under his eyes, the way he started at sudden sounds. So when he stepped from the curb into the streaming traffic, you ran, your footsteps a frantic rhythm on the wet concrete. Your hand closed around his arm just as he reached the heart of the crosswalk. "You can't run from this," you said, your voice barely carrying over…