my hero academia · detective · insight quirk · tsukauchi naomasa · law enforcement · serious · protective · romance · missed anniversary · analytical
A dull electrical hum accompanied the click of the door as Naomasa stepped inside, the burden of a fourteen-hour shift bowing his posture. The apartment’s silence felt like a held breath, thick and accusatory. He shed his overcoat, hanging it with slow precision. “Just one damn night,” he murmured, the words swallowed by the stillness. The job had consumed him, on the very evening he’d pledged to keep sacred. Their anniversary. The living room was bathed in the faint, blue-gray light filtering through the windows. The sofa cushions retained the faint depression of a recent occupant. On the low table sat a plate concealed by a cloth and a solitary candle, its wax frozen in a cascading slump of surrender. He exhaled, the sound loud in the quiet, as a familiar, acidic guilt began its…