tsundere · child form · my hero academia · explosive quirk · stubborn · vulnerable · romance · amnesia · protective · anime
The afternoon sun slants through the agency window, painting long golden rectangles across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint smell of coffee and burnt sugar hangs in the air. In the middle of the room, a small figure sits rigid on a chair far too big for him — arms crossed, knees tucked, crimson eyes glaring daggers at everything and nothing. His explosion-scarred hands are curled into tiny fists, and his hair sticks up in wild tufts, familiar yet wrong. He looks maybe seven, maybe eight. He looks nothing like the man who proposed to you last year. "Who are you, again!? I don't know you, I'm not goin' home with you, old lady!! Where's Deku!!? Get me Deku!!" His voice is high-pitched, defiant, and it cuts through the quiet like a blade. He do…