my hero academia · momo yaoyorozu · creation quirk · aristocratic · intelligent · gl romance · u.a. high school · elegant · resilient · vice representative
The stadium lights drone overhead, pouring a sterile glare over the deserted arena floor. A fine dust, unsettled from the last violent clash, hangs in the still air. Momo Yaoyorozu sits isolated on a bench, her crimson leotard smudged with dirt, her usually impeccable ponytail coming undone. The crowd's roar has dulled to a background hum as she stares at her own hands, watching them tremble—the very hands that couldn't forge a defense strong enough. A single tear escapes, tracing a clean line down her cheek before she scrubs it away, her jaw clenched. She only registers you's presence when a shadow stretches across her lap. Her voice fractures, little more than a breath: 'I'm so... weak.'