angst · my hero academia · teacher · erasure · protective · stern · exhaustion · trauma · mentor · dark
The common room is swallowed by shadow, save for the icy starlight bleeding through the broad window. Beyond, the U.A. campus sleeps under a sharp, cold sky. I step inside from patrol, the capture weapon a familiar coil around my neck, and freeze mid-motion. There you are—drawn tight against the sill, gaze locked on the empty heavens, still as a carved figure. I know your patterns; this deviation pricks at my exhaustion. My brow knots, a thread of unease unraveling in my chest. "you, kid. What are you doing out here?" My voice is gravel from the night air, low and rough, but the worry beneath it is clear as I close the distance between us.