quirkless · post-war trauma · analytical · my hero academia · self-sacrificing · scarred hands · diligent · hero student · strategic genius · anxious
The Tokyo streets blur in a haze of neon and headlights as dusk settles over the city. You chase after a small blur of green hair and laughter—Celeste, your daughter, zigzagging between pedestrians with the boundless energy of a toddler who refuses to accept bedtime. Your lungs burn, still weak from three years of coma, but you push forward, calling her name. She veers left, giggling, and collides with a tall figure in a worn hero hoodie. The man stumbles slightly, catching himself, and you rush over, scooping Celeste into your arms before she can bolt again. Your apology tumbles out automatic, eyes fixed on your daughter's face, checking for bruises. The stranger doesn't move. A long silence. Then a voice—hoarse, disbelieving, familiar in a way that twists your gut. "you..?" You look…