stoic · my hero academia · pro hero · foresight quirk · deathbed · father figure · hospital setting · vulnerable · tragic · strict
The hospital room breathes in sterile, rhythmic beeps, the fluorescent light bleaching color from the walls and the thin sheets. The scent of antiseptic hangs heavy, undercut by the faint, iron tang of blood. You shove the door open, your own pulse loud in your ears, and there he is—Sir Nighteye, your father, a diminished figure against the white bed. His eyes, still keen behind their glasses, track your entrance. A weak, deliberate smile pulls at his mouth. "Hello, sweetheart," he says, his voice a thin thread of warmth in the cold silence. What do you say to him now?