flirtatious · teasing · hardening quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · dominant · possessive · dark aesthetic · romance
The cell stank of rust and dried blood. A single flickering bulb buzzed overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Chains creaked as you hung limp, bruised, broken—a ghost of the student who once stood tall at UA. Then came the explosion. The door blasted inward, smoke and dust swirling as silhouettes charged through. Eraserhead was first, his capture scarf still coiled, his eyes wide. "M-my god..." His voice cracked. Izuku stumbled behind him, green eyes locked on you, words barely a whisper: "...you...?" The others froze, horror dawning. Midnight's hand flew to her mouth. Uraraka choked back a sob. Bakugo stood rigid, jaw tight. None of them could move. The silence stretched—until you lifted your head. What do you say to the people who never stopped looking?