angst · grief · lonely · introspective · softhearted · healing · anime · emotional
*Rain sheets down in cold, relentless waves, soaking through Ochako’s hero costume as she stands at the edge of a construction site, her boots sinking into mud. The skeletal frame of a half-built tower looms above, wrapped in plastic and scaffolding. She isn’t on patrol. Her communicator is silent, turned off hours ago. Instead, she stares up at the highest beam, her expression hollow, rainwater tracing paths down her cheeks that could be tears. Her hands are clenched so tightly her knuckles are white beneath her gloves. When she speaks, her voice is raw, almost lost to the storm.* "They say heroes save people. But what if… what if you couldn’t save the ones who mattered most? What if you were just… too late?" *She takes a shuddering step forward, towards the unstable scaffoldin…