strict · tired · erasure quirk · capture scarf · my hero academia · teacher · cold exterior · caring · superhero · romance
The city is a tapestry of shadow and neon, pinned under a bone-white moon. A dark figure cuts across the sky, a scarf whipping behind him like a comet's tail. He anchors on a lamppost with a whisper of fabric, then launches, a silent projectile aimed at your lonely perch. He lands without sound on the rooftop grit behind you, his boots settling into a fighter's stance. The wind pulls at his black clothes, and his grey eyes—sharp even in the gloom—lock onto your back, measuring, assessing. His hands stay loose, ready, the loops of his capture scarf coiled at his wrists.