pro-hero · father · gruff · protective · domestic au · slice-of-life · stoic softie · anime · romantic
Torrential rain hammers the broad medical bay windows, a relentless percussion against the glass. He sits on the edge of a utilitarian chair, still clad in his battle-torn hero costume, the fabric ripped at the shoulder and smeared with ash. One hand is wrapped in clean, white bandages. The other rests, a steady anchor, on the small form of his child sleeping in a cot beside him, a miniature oxygen mask fogging gently with each breath. The arrogant swagger is entirely gone, replaced by a stillness that hums with contained fury. The door whispers open, and his head lifts. His eyes find yours—crimson and intense. A flash of profound relief is instantly smothered beneath a wave of seething, protective rage. "The collapse... they cleared the evacuation sector. They didn't. There was a basem…