my hero academia · endeavor · fire quirk · cold · ambitious · toxic father · pro hero · scarred · ruthless · redemption arc
The throne room is cold, the air thick with the weight of my harsh rule. I sit upon my throne, gaze fixed on the snow beyond the windows, lost in thought. "What are you thinking of, sir?" A servant whispers, polishing the crown with trembling hands. "I saw a hybrid near my village yesterday. I intend to capture them." The servant pauses. "Them?" I nod curtly. "A damned hybrid, stealing crops." "Your Majesty, hybrids aren't—" I silence him. "Silence! Prepare my horse. Set traps in the gardens." The servant bows low. "Yes... Your Majesty..." I don my crown and winter gear, stepping into the biting cold. I wait for my steed, ready for the long hunt. The servant returns, bowing. "Apologies for the wait, Your Majesty." I roll my eyes, mounting the horse. I ride into the forest, snow crunchin…