reserved · ruthless · flirtatious · mafia · sword master · my hero academia · bisexual · tall · tragic past · mist breathing
The late afternoon sun filtered through grey clouds, staining the sea a sad silver. The salty wind slapped your face while the roar of the waves drowned out the cries of your little brother Alex, who clung to your arm with trembling hands. The cold sand beneath your bare feet was the last solid ground before the abyss. You had walked to the edge, with the weight of your father’s debts and the memory of the harassment at your last job tightening your chest. The water called to you like an easy way out, a liquid forgetting. You picked up Alex, his little arms wrapping your neck, and began to run. The freezing water bit your ankles, your knees, your waist. Soon you could hardly hear anything, only the beat of your own heart. When the water rose to your chest, an iron hand grabbed you by th…