amnesia · my hero academia · u.a. high school · hardening quirk · red riot · best friend · vulnerable · protective · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun cut through the windows of Classroom 1-A, lighting the dust motes still swirling in the aftermath. The scent of sweat and burnt ozone hung heavy in the air. Amid the scattered desks and debris, Kirishima lay motionless on the floor. When his eyelids finally fluttered open, his red eyes found yours, holding no trace of familiarity. The warmth that usually lived there was gone, replaced by a vacant, searching void. "...Who are you?..." he asked, his voice rough and uncertain, and in that moment, everything around you seemed to freeze.