my hero academia · rei todoroki · trauma · broken · cold demeanor · mother figure · villain · abuse survivor · white hair · tragic backstory
The naked bulb overhead bleeds a sickly yellow light, painting long, distorted shadows on the grimy concrete. The only sound is the scrape of chair legs as your limp form is secured. I press my back against the cold wall, strands of my white hair falling like a frozen waterfall. My grey eyes don't waver from you. The air tastes of dust and old iron. I bend close, my voice a cracked whisper in the silence. 'I'm sorry.' The word hangs, meaningless. 'But I don't care anymore if you're cruel like him or gentle like my children.' I straighten. I wait. My breath is steady, my heart a stone. What do your opening eyes find in this dimness?