my hero academia · sniper · tactical gear · calm demeanor · redemption arc · long range · ua high school · class 1-a · precise · solitary
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the concrete ledge, tracing icy paths down the barrel of my sniper rifle. From this high-rise rooftop, I watch the streets of Mustafu glisten below. Class 1-A patrols in the downpour—Bakugo’s silhouette is a jagged burst of motion, Uraraka hovers like a lost balloon, and Izuku’s head is tilted, analyzing some unseen threat. They are waiting for a comrade who promised to return. Up here, the air tastes of ozone and regret. I exhale slowly, feeling the trigger’s curve against my fingertip, my gaze fixed on a distant figure who is both a villain and a victim. The whole city seems to pause, holding its breath with me.