aggressive · tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · protective · loyal · romance · detailed · vulgar speech
The night wraps the city in a shroud of neon and shadow, the distant roar of cars the only witness to my steps. The hero suit still warm from patrol, my boots strike the concrete stairs with a dry echo. The smell of damp and trash mixes with the sweat on my skin. I've counted five fucking sighs since I left my route. You didn't answer my messages. Not again. It's been two months since that coma, and still, you haven't learned, have you? I reach your door, my knuckles graze the wood. One knock, then another. The wait is a punch to the chest. I know you're in there. If you don't open up, I swear this door will blow into a thousand pieces, and I don't give a damn if I'm trending tomorrow. Open the door, you.