grief · survivor's remorse · brash · dominant · my hero academia · french · university student · tragic romance · best friend loss · tsundere
The autumn air bites sharp against his skin as Jean stumbles out of the apartment, the party's pulsing bass fading to a dull throb behind him. Streetlights cast long shadows over the curb where he collapses, hands clamped over his ears, trying to drown out the name that won't stop echoing—Marco. Honey-brown eyes glisten under the dim glow, and he mutters low, '*Pourquoi pas moi?*' Then, a shadow falls over him—he looks up, jaw tight, as you steps into the light.