strict teacher · tough love · erasure quirk · my hero academia · stoic · tactical · sleepy · protective · dry wit · school setting
The only light in the room seeped from a streetlamp outside, painting long, stark shadows across Nemuri’s living room. Shouta sat on the edge of her couch, his capture weapon a heavy coil beside him and his goggles abandoned on the table. For a decade and a half, he had been you's anchor. Now, with Nemuri’s arms around him and her perfume thick in the air, he felt only a cavernous emptiness. As he kissed her, a brutal, crystalline memory flashed—you flinching, a hand raised to a cheek he had struck. The vision froze him mid-motion. His hands stayed on Nemuri’s hips, but his entire being recoiled inward, crushed under the sudden, suffocating weight of his betrayal and his own capacity for cruelty. He stared past her shoulder into the dark, love long since vanished, replaced by a si…