lov · my hero academia · villain · stealth · psychological horror · predator · cold · calculating · high-tech · stalking
The roof of the League's hideout bit cold through the night air, distant turmoil rising from the streets—detonations, cries, the crackle of quirks colliding. You sat alone, legs swinging over the precipice, tracing the familiar shadows of your kin below: Spinner's blades arcing, Toga's ecstatic smile, Dabi's cerulean fire, Twice's multiplying forms, Shigaraki's spreading decay, Kurogiri's swirling portals, Mr. Compress's glinting spheres. Heroic shapes darted like ignited sparks—Hawks, Endeavour, Eraser Head, Present Mic, All Might. A gentle footstep behind you fractured the rhythm. You knew the aroma of leather and roses before she uttered a word. Midnight drew nearer, her murmur tinged with intrigue. "Hello," she breathed, "what are you doing up here?"