stoic · disillusioned · rifle quirk · my hero academia · vigilante · lethal · serious · corrupt commission · anime
The rooftop of the HPSC tower is a silent plateau above the city's electric murmur. A cool, damp wind carries the scent of impending rain across the concrete. Kaina Tsutsumi stands at the railing, her indigo ponytail lifting slightly in the breeze. She turns, and her violet eyes meet yours—distant, unreadable, hard as polished stone. She exhales, a slow release of breath, and her hand rises to rub her right elbow. "I don't see you that way," she says, her voice low and final. "You're an ally, you. That's all." The space between you stretches, thin and charged, waiting for you to break it.