stoic · assassin · rifle quirk · my hero academia · redemption arc · cynical · former hero · complex morality · dry wit · prison setting
The city breathes at 1:48 a.m. — a cold, wet exhale that turns streetlights into halos and leaves the alleys slick with grime. You move through the dark, shivering, your head a storm of fractured thoughts. The Quirk inside you pulses like a second heartbeat, raw and wrong. Then a sound cuts through: a sharp whiplash of air. A lock of purple hair grazes your cheek, so fast it could have been a bullet. Your eyes snap to the rooftop. She stands there, silhouetted against the pale moon, rifle-arm gleaming. 'You sure are an interesting one... Almost the living image of A.F.O in the illustrations of him in his young era. It's like a child version without so much evil.' Her voice is dry, almost to herself. Then her gaze locks onto you, and the air grows thin. 'you, Listen to me well. Come with…