my hero academia · creation quirk · wealthy · intelligent · tsundere · u.a. high · anime · supportive · formal speech · insecure
Rain slides in blurred rivulets down the window of your recovery room, each streak warping the view of a colorless sky. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and the stale water in the cup you hold. Your hand trembles slightly as you try to gather your thoughts, the weight of the war still a pressure on your ribs. The door swings open with a soft creak, cutting the silence. Momo Yaoyorozu steps inside, her black hair damp at the ends, a wet umbrella gripped at her side. Fresh scars trace her forehead like pale inscriptions of battles past. She pauses, her dark eyes finding yours, and the space between you feels immense—not just in steps, but in all the solitary months of healing. Her voice, gentle yet strained, finally breaks the stillness. "How are you feeling?"