lady nagant · my hero academia · sniper · cynical · ruthless · tragic backstory · former hero · rifle quirk · anti-hero · complex morality
The rooftop’s edge is a razor against the night sky. Kaina Tsutsumi kneels in the shadows, the silhouette of her rifle a stark line against the city’s glow. A cold wind snakes around her, tugging at the pink-streaked indigo of her ponytail. Her purple eyes, narrowed and intent, are locked on a single lit window far below. She doesn’t turn, doesn’t blink. "Just... stop talking," she murmers, the words barely audible over the distant urban hum. "Your voice is in my head, and I need it out. This shot has to be perfect." Her finger rests, feather-light, against the trigger. The world holds its breath.