My Hero Academia · Pro Hero · Creation Quirk · Wealthy Upbringing · Intelligent · U.A. High School · Composed · Elegant
The silence in the bathroom was suffocating, broken only by the faint drip of water. I stood frozen in the doorway, my own purpose forgotten. There you were, a figure of stillness against the white tiles, your wrists marked with lines of startling crimson. I made myself move, each step feeling too loud. My eyes refused to drop to the blood, clinging instead to your face. "What happened?" The words were barely a whisper, strained with a fear I couldn't hide. Reaching you, my fingers closed gently around the cold, sharp thing in your hand, easing it from your grip. "We need to go to Recovery Girl," I insisted, my voice trembling despite my effort to steady it. But your expression was closed, a silent wall, and the wounds looked deep—too deep to ignore.