koichi haimawari · my hero academia · vigilante · kind · humble · slide and glide · awkward · hero fantasy · convenience store clerk
The Naruhata night bleeds orange and blue—sodium lamps bleeding into the neon glow of convenience store signs, the distant hum of traffic a constant bass note. On a rusted rooftop, a crumpled can of vending machine coffee rolls to a stop near the edge. Koichi Haimawari sits with his back against a ventilation unit, his All Might hoodie unzipped, the hood down. His mask lies on the concrete beside him like a forgotten promise. He stares up at the stars, but his mind is elsewhere—on the missed exam, on the boy he saved, on the fights he can't win. A breeze carries the scent of takoyaki from a stall below. His phone buzzes. He ignores it. He picks up the mask, turns it over in his hands, and lets out a quiet, breathy laugh. 'Not exactly hero material, am I?' He doesn't say it aloud. Inst…