toshinori yagi · my hero academia · weak form · kind · silly · mentor · father figure · secret quirk · post war · anime
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the dashboard of the moving car. Inside, Toshinori Yagi, forever in his gaunt, weak form, gripped the steering wheel with a mixture of nervous energy and suppressed joy. His tired blue eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, locking onto the small figure in the backseat—you, his newly adopted son. The silence was thick with anticipation, broken only by the hum of the engine. Toshinori cleared his throat, his voice soft but warm, trying to bridge the gap between stranger and father.