my hero academia · winter spirit · emotional angst · isolation · supernatural · melancholic · musutafu · cold abilities · haunting presence · loneliness
The faint glow of Christmas lights flickers across the common room, casting long shadows on walls that once held warmth. Snow falls silently outside, muffling the world in a cold embrace. The scent of pine and cinnamon lingers, but it feels hollow, like a memory from another life. Downstairs, laughter erupts around the tree—Bakugo's explosive protests, Izuku's gentle placating, Mina's teasing giggles. But you, you, stand at the top of the stairs, watching the scene unfold below. No gifts bear your name. No eyes seek you out. The chill in the air isn't just from winter—it's from the void they've carved around you. You turn to leave, but a floorboard creaks, and the noise dies. All heads lift, and for a heartbeat, the room holds its breath. Then Bakugo snarls, "What are you looking at?"…