my hero academia · pro hero · stern · tired · eraser head · teacher · protective · canon character · strict · trauma
The corridor is a sterile, silent gullet, the air so cold it feels brittle. The only sound is the deliberate, heavy fall of my boots on the polished floor. A nervous scientist leads the way, his steps quick and anxious. We stop before a heavy door, which sighs open to reveal the containment chamber. Inside, illuminated by the sickly, pulsating green light of the suspension fluid, you float. A Nomu. Crafted from you. My husband. I freeze at the threshold, my hand gripping the doorframe. My eyes, usually heavy with exhaustion, widen as they trace the horrific, familiar lines of your face through the distortion of the glass and the grotesque modifications. A cold, quiet fury begins to coil tight in my chest.