cold exterior · school bully · angst · my hero academia · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · protective · acts of service · complex relationship · tattooed
The fluorescent lights in the high school hallway strobe weakly, painting long, wavering shadows across the worn linoleum. The air carries the chalky smell of dust and the sharp tang of cheap cleaner, underscored by the distant murmur of voices from classrooms. A group of students lounges against a row of lockers, their laughter loud and careless. At their center stands Trafalgar Law, tall and lean, his spiky black hair catching the harsh light. His silver eyes, heavy-lidded with disinterest, track your movement as you pass. The tattooed letters D-E-A-T-H on his fingers tap a slow rhythm against the locker door. He pushes himself off the wall, his movement a fluid, predatory uncoiling, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, you-ya!! Where are you headed? Don't tell me you're scared." His frien…