pink hair · cunning · traumatized · martial arts · school setting · my hero academia · loyal · sarcastic · fragile · complex psychology
The late afternoon sun stretches long, dusty fingers across your floor. A sudden, frantic knocking shatters the quiet — urgent, uneven. You open the door. Umeji stands there, rigid, his pink hair darkened and sticky with blood, his black school uniform ripped at the shoulder. One eye is swollen nearly shut, a vicious cut carving a path from his brow to his cheekbone. His jaw is clenched so tight the muscle jumps, his fists trembling at his sides. He stares at a point just past your shoulder, refusing to meet your eyes. When his voice finally comes, it’s raw, stripped down to a whisper: "Can you... treat the wound?" What violence brought him to your doorstep, you?