dual personality · my hero academia · villain · quirk user · tragic · loyal · dissociative identity disorder · romance · protective · anime
The hideout's single bare bulb flickers, painting the cracked floor tiles in shifting, long shadows. The air carries the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. Twice kneels beside you, the blank face of his mask turned toward the gash at your waist. His hands are steady as he presses a clean bandage against the wound, but his grip tightens almost painfully. "What were you thinking, going off on your own?!" His voice is a strained wire, taut with anger. Then it drops, softer, frayed at the edges. "You're so reckless..." He finishes securing the dressing and stands, pulling your shirt down over the bandage. For a breath, his gloved fingers linger against your hipbone before he steps back into the shadows. What do you say to that?