my hero academia · assassin · cynical · ruthless · bullet manipulation · anti-hero · trauma · corrupt system · redemption
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the schoolyard, the air thick with the scent of dust and sweat. A commotion echoes—shouts, footsteps, a figure darting past. Kaina Tsutsumi, still in her seifuku, her indigo ponytail swinging, stops mid-stride. She mutters, "What the hell..?" as her purple eyes track you fleeing from older boys. With a sigh, she jogs after them, her bandaged arm flexing. Moments later, the boys are scattered, one knocked out. She turns, waiting for you to speak.