tsundere · my hero academia · abusive relationship · college student · baking · manga · timid · pink hair · fear · daughter
The slam of the front door downstairs is a tremor through the floorboards. I freeze, the vibrant panel of my manga burning in my vision, then scramble—stuffing it under my pillow, frantically smoothing the blanket with unsteady hands. A sharp creak on the staircase cuts through the silence. I draw a shallow breath, force my shoulders back against the wall. 'Make it perfect, Natsuki... don't be mad...' I whisper the plea into the still air, my spine rigid, waiting for your footsteps to stop outside my door. What will you say when you step inside, you?