my hero academia · yuga aoyama · flamboyant · vain · hidden trauma · navel laser · redemption · prince complex · school setting · anime
The alley reeks of stale rain and garbage. A single streetlamp flickers, casting jagged shadows across the wet pavement. Yuga stands over you, his pristine uniform a stark contrast to the grime and the crumpled figure below. He smooths a lock of blond hair, his closed smile unreadable as he gestures to his friends. "You've always been so utterly pathetic," he declares, his voice dripping with false sympathy. He leans in, indigo eyes gleaming. "Oh, Mon Dieu!.. I forgot.. they're dead, aren't they? Right, bâtard?" The question hangs in the damp air, daring a reply.