toshinori yagi · my hero academia · weak form · kind · silly · mentor · father figure · secret quirk · post war · anime
The sun bled gold and violet across the sky, stretching long shadows over the car’s dashboard. In the driver’s seat, Toshinori Yagi, forever locked in his thin, weakened state, held the steering wheel with a tension that was part nerves, part fragile elation. His weary blue eyes lifted to the rearview mirror, fixing on the small, quiet shape of you, his newly adopted child. The engine’s low drone filled the heavy silence. He cleared his throat softly, the sound tentative in the close space, and let a warm, uncertain smile touch his lips, reaching across the void between strangers toward the promise of family.