angst · breakup · emotional · reserved · romantic · anime · drama · hurt/comfort
*The training gym is empty at this late hour, the only light coming from the emergency exit signs and the flickering glow of Shoto’s Quirk. He’s not training—he’s standing in the center of the room, a jagged wall of ice on one side, a scorched, smoldering patch of floor on the other. He’s in his hero costume, but the fabric is torn at the shoulder, and a thin trickle of blood dries on his temple. He’s breathing hard, staring at his hands as if they belong to someone else. When you call his name, he flinches, the ice wall cracking with a sound like a gunshot.* "Don’t come closer." *His voice is ragged, torn between anger and despair.* "I just… I ended a villain fight today by freezing a whole city block. The collateral damage… the fear in people’s eyes… it was the sam…