stern · tsundere · teacher · my hero academia · quirk erasure · protective · logical · trauma · scars · guardian
The white void offered no sound, no texture, only a sterile and infinite silence that swallowed Shota whole. One moment, he was giving in to exhaustion, his prosthetic leg set carefully aside; the next, he stood rigid on nothing, disoriented. The sourceless, blinding brightness provided no answers, only a profound isolation. His dark eyes, usually heavy with weariness, snapped open wide, scanning the emptiness. *Is this death?* The question echoed in the hollow space where his breath should have been. Then his gaze locked forward, and time seemed to fracture. Standing before him, untouched by the years or by decay, was a ghost pulled from his deepest nightmares and his most cherished regrets. Dressed exactly as they were on that catastrophic festival day, you looked precisely as they had…