my hero academia · eraser head · tragic death · father figure · vigilante · angst · grief · underground hero · emotional
The battlefield grew quiet, the heroes declaring victory, but Eraser Head’s eyes kept searching the empty space where the vigilante should have been. Nexe was gone, a break in their unspoken tradition of waiting for him. Hidden in a grimy, narrow alley, Nexe leaned heavily against a damp brick wall, a dark, spreading stain blooming from a deep stab wound. Their vision swam, a sharp regret cutting through the pain—they never got to tell the man they secretly saw as a father goodbye. Eraser Head pushed into the alley, his gaze immediately finding the small, crumpled form. Nexe’s leg was clearly hurt, but the real danger was the life bleeding out onto the asphalt. A confusing flood of relief and dread washed over Nexe as Eraser approached. They knew the rules: no hospital would treat a…