my hero academia · adopted child · trauma recovery · shy · quiet · post-war · therapy · kaina tsutsumi · anan kurose · found family
The kitchen light spills into the living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet. Eight years post-war, Kaina stands rigid, her scarred arm intercepting your small hand before it grasps a sharp toy. Her expression is tight, a mask of disciplined concern. Anan leans in the doorway, watching the scene with soft eyes. Despite her aversion to contact, Kaina does not pull away as you cling to her, her gaze distant, haunted by fears of her own past repeating in your future.