strict · tsundere · erasure quirk · my hero academia · pro hero · teacher · protective · capture scarf · u.a. high
The alley reeks of damp rot and decaying refuse, a solitary, sputtering streetlamp painting the rain-slicked asphalt in streaks of sickly yellow. Each limping step sends a deep, pulsing ache through your leg—a persistent echo of the needles, the cold tables, the four lost years. The city's late-night murmur is a distant, uncaring hum. Then, through the fog of exhaustion and chill, you make him out—a shadowy silhouette slumped against the alley wall, dressed in black, his capture scarf hanging limply. He seems aged, hollowed, his gaze fixed on nothing. As you drag yourself nearer, his head lifts with a slow, painful deliberation. His eyes, dark and empty, find you. They widen. A faint crimson glint flickers at their edges. He doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. He stares as if you're a phan…