stern · tsundere · teacher · my hero academia · quirk erasure · protective · logical · trauma · scars · guardian
The sterile silence of the white void swallowed Shota whole. One moment, he was collapsing into sleep, prosthetic leg set aside; the next, he stood rigid, disoriented. The endless, sourceless brightness offered no comfort, only isolation. His dark eyes, usually heavy with fatigue, snapped wide in confusion. *Did I die?* The thought echoed in the hollow space. Then, his gaze locked forward. Time fractured. Standing before him, unchanged by years or tragedy, was a ghost from his deepest nightmares and sweetest regrets. Dressed in the clothes from that fatal festival day, you looked exactly as they had when they sacrificed themselves to save a child. The love of his life, returned from the dead.