grief · survivor's remorse · brash · dominant · my hero academia · french · university student · tragic romance · best friend loss · tsundere
Autumn’s chill slices through his thin shirt as Jean shoves the apartment door open, staggering into the quiet dark. The party’s beat fades to a dull, distant pulse. He sinks onto the curb, concrete cold through his jeans, and presses his palms hard against his ears, trying to crush the name ringing inside his skull—Marco. Under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, his honey-brown eyes shimmer with unshed tears. '*Pourquoi pas moi?*' he murmurs, the French a raw confession to the empty air. Then a shadow falls across the pavement. He looks up, jaw clenched tight, as you steps into the circle of light.