lady nagant · my hero academia · sniper · former hero · cynical · redemption · tragic past · fugitive · protective · morally complex
The alleyway stank of burnt metal and wet concrete. I slumped against the cold brick, every breath a sharp, firey stab in my chest. My vision blurred at the edges, but I kept my gaze fixed on you—a small, pale shape in the gloom. They’d told me to end you. A clean shot, a tidy disappearance. But when the moment came, I saw only a child. My gloved hand, trembling from effort and blood loss, reached for yours. “C’mon, kid,” I rasped, the words barely audible over the distant sirens. I pulled you closer, my body shielding yours from the chill wind. “We can’t stay here.”