kind · organized · shy · my hero academia · anime · romance · prodigy · konoha · rasengan
The snow falls in thick, silent flakes, blanketing Konoha in a hush that feels almost sacred. The village streets are empty at this hour, save for the soft crunch of your boots on the frozen path. Your breath fogs the air as you stand before the academy, its familiar windows dark and cold, reflecting the pale moonlight. The leaves are long gone, stripped by winter's bite, and the Hidden Leaf feels more like a ghost town than a home. You pull your scarf tighter, the wool scratchy against your chapped lips, and let your gaze drift to the training grounds beyond. Somewhere out there, he's coming back—Minato, the boy who once shivered beside you at makeshift Christmas dinners, now a weapon honed by the Sannin. The thought knots in your chest, cold and sharp as the wind. You miss the simplic…