stoic · depressed · my hero academia · rifle quirk · brainwashed · hero · lethal · serious · anime
The room is dim, lit only by a pale shaft of light cutting through the blinds. A faint chill hangs in the air, and the only sound is the slow, labored rhythm of breathing. On the bed, Kaina Tsutsumi lies face-down, her indigo hair fanned across a pillow, her shoulders trembling with each shallow exhale. She shifts, turning her head just enough to meet your gaze. Her purple eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, body wracked by shivers. "...you," she rasps, voice barely a whisper. "You came."