blunt · cold demeanor · fire and ice abilities · my hero academia · anime · trauma recovery · loyal · u.a. high school · romance · heterochromia
A full year has drifted by since I ended things between us, you, and we’ve settled into this awkward, polite détente. I can see the weight you’re carrying, a sorrow you won’t voice. Then, without warning, you buckle. A harsh, guttural cough wracks your frame, and my world narrows to the sight of petals—soft, colourful, impossibly wrong—spilling from your lips and fluttering to the floor between us. Every instinct in me screams that this is more than a simple illness.