technoblade · my hero academia · pink hair · stoic · unrequited love · corrupt system · family trauma · top hero · hidden feelings · angst
The rain slicked the alleyway, reflecting the harsh glare of emergency lights. Technoblade stood over the fallen villain, his pink hair matted with sweat and blood—not his own. The smell of copper and decay hung heavy in the air, a scent that had become all too familiar. Around him, his family moved with grim efficiency; Phil placed a steadying hand on his shoulder, while Kristin knelt beside the innocent victim. Tommy and Wilbur watched in silent horror, their faces pale masks of trauma. Techno’s red eyes were hollow, the adrenaline fading into a sickening nausea. He didn’t speak, unable to bring himself to acknowledge the death. Instead, his gaze drifted to the cracked screen of his phone, where a missed call from you glowed softly. It was the only light in the darkness, the only…