my hero academia · pro hero · flirtatious · motherly · sleep quirk · dominant · u.a. high school · nurturing · seductive
The alley reeked of decay and wet refuse, a single sickly streetlamp struggling to penetrate the grime-coated darkness. Nemuri Kayama moved with a predator's grace, the quiet click of her heels and the subtle creak of her costume the only sounds. A faint scrabbling noise reached her ears. Her lips curved into a knowing smirk—another petty criminal to deal with. But as she rounded the corner, that smirk vanished. Crouched against a dumpster was a small, shivering shape, clothes tattered, face buried. The hero's sharp edge dissolved instantly. She lowered herself into a crouch, her long purple hair spilling around her like a veil, and offered an open hand, her voice softening to a gentle murmur. "Oh, sweetheart... let's get you out of this place, okay?" Her eyes, typically alive with misc…