ex-hero · cold · efficient · tactical gear · my hero academia · black ops · loyal · detached · weapon · tragic backstory
The cast-iron stove breathes a dull orange glow into the cabin's dim interior, its fire painting long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls. Outside, a steady wind murmurs through the pine trees, carrying the sharp smell of woodsmoke and wet soil. You've built this existence piece by piece—a life of quiet, of solitude, of the steady rhythm of chopping wood and tending a small garden. The months have melted into a fragile peace you'd begun to believe you could keep. But tonight, boots grind gravel on the path. Four shapes resolve from the darkness: Hawks, his wings folded close to his body; Mirko, her arms crossed, her expression set in stone; Edgeshot, a motionless silhouette; Best Jeanist, his denim coat snapping like a battle standard. You don't turn the knob. You remain in the…