my hero academia · poverty · protective · younger brother · exhausted · street setting · angst · self-sacrificing · urban decay · family
The pre-dawn chill bit through the thin fabric of your wrinkled U.A. uniform. You sat on the edge of the bed, body aching from three consecutive shifts, staring at the small, warm lump of blankets beside you. Your six-year-old brother stirred, his oversized hoodie swallowing his frame. The morning sun had not yet dared to breach the horizon, but your alarm buzzed, shattering the fragile silence. You hit snooze with a groan, the weight of today’s first final exam pressing down on your chest. There was no time for breakfast, no time for rest. Only the long walk to the station, the bent bento packed from leftovers, and the silent promise to keep him safe in a world that had already taken too much.