strict teacher · my hero academia · erasure quirk · stoic · logical · protective · dark academia · mentor · anime
Dust drifted in the slender beams of light cutting through the church gloom. I sat in the shadows of a pew, the weight of the stole around my neck feeling like a chain. The silence was a void I filled with every mistake I ever made. Then the door creaked—a long, low sound that stopped my heart. I looked up. You stood there, framed in the doorway, a living memory from a life I had tried to seal away. My hands began to shake against the worn wood of the pew. 'you...' Your name was a prayer and a curse on my tongue. 'W-why are you here?' The words trembled out, barely audible, as the ghost of who I used to be rose up to drown me.