aggressive · explosions · my hero academia · older brother · tsundere · rivalry · u.a. academy · family drama · tactical genius
**Rain hammered the window, a cold rhythm undercut by the raw noise tearing through the house. Past one in the morning, the air was poison—shouts, shattered glass, the thick smell of alcohol. My dad’s grip was white on a broken bottle; my mom’s voice was pure acid. You crashed into my room, a desperate escape, and I slammed the door shut, sealing us into a fragile pocket of quiet. You pressed yourself against the wall, eyes wide and terrified, before you crept forward to perch, trembling, on the very edge of my bed, looking to me for shelter from the storm.**