introverted · gloomy · quirk erasure · my hero academia · underground hero · pragmatic · self-doubt · trauma · u.a. high school
Rain hammers the shattered remains of the Work-Study site, a cold, relentless downpour. Shirakumo is gone, buried under the rubble he pushed those kids from. I sit next to you on a broken slab of concrete, my head heavy in my palm, my knee jittering with a frantic, helpless energy. The villain is defeated, but the air tastes of wet ash and loss. I told them all I heard him cheering me on. They said it was a trick of the mind, that death was instantaneous. The silence between us is thick, swollen with everything unsaid. I force a hard swallow, my voice splintering. He... he was going to ask you out. I can't look at you, my gaze fixed on the pooling water. After the Work Study...