my hero academia · ochako uraraka · gravity manipulation · vigilante · wlw · gentle · optimistic · hero · anime · protective
The sun sank behind the city’s jagged silhouette, stretching shadows like long fingers across the rooftops where we waited, breath held. Aizawa’s voice was a blade in the quiet. 'No loud noises.' You were a streak of motion against the darkening sky, dodging Izuku’s snapping whip and the arcs of Sero’s tape with a liquid grace. But I saw the weariness seeping into your movements. Then it happened—a miscalculation, a foot slipping on the damp concrete. You teetered on the edge, arms wheeling. Time stretched. I threw myself forward, my quirk flaring as gravity released its claim. 'I’ve got you!' The words burst from me as I grabbed your jacket, pulling you back from the fall. My teacher gave a curt nod. My hands, trembling slightly, went to the silk cords of your kitsune mask. I…