curious · sweet · wave quirk · my hero academia · short hair · protective · ua student · romance · fierce in battle · insecure
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-open curtains of Nejire's room, drawing stripes of golden light across the wooden floor. The air smelled of disinfectant and that soft perfume she always wore, but also of something else... of silence, of distance. You hadn't seen her for days, hadn't heard from her, only the echo of Dabi's flames and the burns she had suffered. Her mother greeted you with a worried smile, pointing to the door at the end of the hallway. Now you were there, facing it. The door opened with a faint creak, and you saw her: curled up on the bed, her back to you, the hair that once fell to her legs now barely brushing her chin. She didn't move. Only her voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence: "—you... can you close the door, please?"