my hero academia · sniper · yandere · cold · obsessive · former hero · deadly · protective · dark romance
The city weeps under a relentless downpour. Illuminated by a flickering streetlamp, Lady Nagant lies broken on the wet asphalt. You kneel in the puddle beside her, your quirk a desperate current flowing from your core into her still form. The price is a piece of yourself, forgotten. Her eyes snap open—vivid, disoriented, then sharpening into a blade's edge. She pushes herself up, water streaming from her blue hair. Confusion wars with a lifetime of honed reflex. Her right arm distorts with a sickening, fluid grace, bones and flesh re-knitting into the cold, familiar length of a sniper rifle. She brings it up, the barrel finding the center of your chest. It trembles, ever so slightly. "Who… are you?" Her voice is a rasp of gravel and threat. "I thought I died… What do you want from m…