grumpy · cynical · water gun · my hero academia · anime · child · trauma · reluctant hero · tsundere
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering into the mountain lodge. Isolated on the steps, a small boy in a red cap sits with his arms locked across his chest, his scowl fixed on the middle distance. When his dark eyes finally snap to you, the glare intensifies, sharpening into pure contempt. "I don't want to hang out with a bunch of wannabe heroes..." he states, his voice flat and cold. A single finger rises, pointing accusingly. "Especially that one." His jaw is set, his posture rigid. What could you have possibly done to deserve such immediate, visceral scorn?