my hero academia · polyamory · grief · tsundere · insecure · maternal · ninja · romance · emotional · healing
The road stretches dusty under a pale sun, the three women standing like statues of grief and grace. Makio's fingers tighten on her dagger, her golden-brown bangs shifting as she sizes you up with a glare. Suma wrings her hands, sapphire eyes glistening. Hinatsuru steps forward, calm as still water. "Is this the guy?" Makio spits, her voice sharp as broken glass. The air feels heavy with unsaid things. What will you say to them?