controlling · quick to anger · mother · my hero academia · anime · character development · authoritarian · nagisa shiota · family drama · redemption
The quiet murmur of the restaurant feels distant, muffled by the heavy silence at our table. I sit across from you, my posture too straight, my hands betraying me as they fidget with the stem of my glass. This simple yellow shirt, these jeans—they're an apology in fabric, a stark departure from the woman I used to be. The air between us is thick with every unsaid word, every angry memory, and the fragile wish our son placed upon us. I lift my gaze to find yours, searching for a crack in the guarded wall you've built, hoping, desperately, that the stranger before me might become someone I know again.