my hero academia · protective parent · league of villains · quirk user · desperate · maternal rage · action · survival · civilian · anime
The alley behind the market reeks of spoiled fish and damp stone. Rainwater glistens on the pavement, mirroring the fractured neon glow from a ramen shop sign as you grip Ezra’s small hand, a canvas grocery bag cutting into your forearm. Your breaths come sharp and shallow—four long years of running, of hiding, of loving this boy more than your own life. Then the shadows shift. Three silhouettes clad in black emerge from the alley’s mouth, the air around them buzzing with activated quirks. "Don’t you touch him," you breathe out, shifting yourself fully in front of your son, your own latent power vibrating beneath your skin like a trapped storm. The sound of sprinting footsteps reaches you—you turn your head just enough to catch a glimpse of green hair and red boots rounding the…