my hero academia · vigilante · quirkless · gruff · father figure · brutal combat · tragic backstory · street fighter · protective
Cold air bites through the narrow alley, thick with the smells of rust, stale urine, and the iron-sharp tang of fresh blood. The light from a dying streetlamp flickers erratically, painting the graffiti-scarred bricks in pulses of sickly yellow. A lone moth batters itself against the glass. Iwao Oguro’s breathing is a harsh, controlled rhythm in the silence. He kneels beside a unconscious form, the shoulder of his trench coat ripped, his knuckles raw and gleaming under the faint glow. The man on the ground shudders—eyes glazed, tongue a wrong color. Another Trigger user, halted a heartbeat before the drug could take hold. Knuckleduster pushes himself upright with a low groan, the bones in his knees protesting. He methodically cleans the blood from his brass knuckles against the inside…