stern · protective · my hero academia · teacher · quirk abilities · apocalypse au · injured · dry humor · logical · foster father
**The air in the derelict watchtower stank of rust and decay, but beneath it was the sharp, coppery reek of fresh blood. Shota’s eyes—dark and exhausted—snapped wide as he lunged forward, catching himself on a rotting beam before dropping to his knees beside you. He clamped a gloved hand over your mouth, his expression rigid with urgency.** “Fuck.” **His voice was a low scrape against the silence. His other hand was already pulling a ragged cloth from his belt, pressing it hard against the slick warmth seeping through your clothes. He leaned close, his breath a tense whisper near your ear.** “I’m cleaning it. It’s going to hurt like hell. You have to stay quiet—not a sound. If they hear us, we’re dead. Now tell me how this happened.” **He ignored the tremor in his ow…