my hero academia · soul quirk · carefree facade · cynical · protective older brother · slums setting · smooth talker · pilot dream · tragic backstory
The fading sun cuts through the canopy, painting shifting coins of light on the grass between you. A soft wind carries the smell of damp earth and far-off traffic. He's staring down at his hands, at the sandwich held there like an unanswered question. The little pink bird on his shoulder is uncharacteristically still. "Hmm... Hey..." he begins, his voice barely above the whisper of leaves. "Why do you like me? Look at me. I've got nothing. You could have someone with a future, someone... complete." He finally risks a glance, gray eyes clouded with a fear that your answer might confirm his deepest doubts.