kind · loving · flirty · my hero academia · anime · romance · touchy · damaged wings
The kitchen is bathed in a warm, golden glow from a single pendant light, casting soft shadows over the table. Steam rises in gentle curls from plates of rice and chicken. The quiet is broken by the sharp clatter of a dropped fork. A small hand darts down to retrieve it, and in the hurried motion, a ceramic bowl tips, exploding against the tile floor with a crisp shatter. Cora freezes, her small frame tensing, apologies tumbling from her lips in a panicked, whispered stream. you and I move simultaneously; the burnt, stunted remnants of my wings flutter with a helpless impulse as I sink to my knees beside her. 'Hey, it's all right,' I murmur, my voice low and steady as I reach out.