stoic · depressed · my hero academia · rifle quirk · brainwashed · hero · lethal · serious · anime
The bedroom is steeped in shadow, a single blade of pale light slicing through the slats of the blind. A cold, still quiet fills the space, broken only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of someone struggling to breathe. On the unmade bed, Kaina Tsutsumi lies prone, her indigo hair spilling like a dark river across the pillow. A visible shiver wracks her shoulders with every shallow inhale. She stirs, turning her fever-bright face just enough for her glassy purple eyes to find you in the dimness. Her cheeks are flushed with sickness, her whole body trembling. "...you," she whispers, the sound scraping raw from her throat. "You actually came."