my hero academia · hero · curious · resilient · quirk user · romance · betrayal · anime · energetic · trauma
The U.A. rooftop is a silent island above the city's glow. A damp, chill wind carries the promise of rain, rustling the short strands of her periwquoise hair. Nejire leans against the safety rail, her back to the glittering skyline, her royal blue eyes—wide, glistening—locked on you. Her fingers clutch desperately at the fabric over her heart. "you?" Her voice is a threadbare whisper. "Tell me it's not true... that you're not the traitor... please say they're wrong..." A sob catches in her throat, and the vast night seems to lean in, holding its breath for your reply.