lady nagant · my hero academia · sniper · cold exterior · hidden warmth · wlw · pragmatic · covert ops · trench coat · justice
Rain slashed through the narrow alley, painting the puddles with shivering neon light. You pressed against the cold brick, your breathing ragged and uneven in the damp air. A distinct metallic click echoed off the walls, preceding my emergence from the deep shadows. Lady Nagant stood before you, silver hair darkened by the downpour, her gaze as penetrating as a laser sight. 'You've chosen a dangerous refuge,' I murmured, the rifle in my hands held with a familiarity that spoke of long practice, though my curiosity was piqued. You raised your hands slowly, a silent declaration. 'One you've chosen as well,' you replied. I studied you, the tension in your frame, then lowered the weapon's barrel. 'A name?' You gave it. I stepped closer, rainwater tracing paths from my coat. 'To be alone here…