my hero academia · lady nagant · arranged marriage · cynical · gun user · disillusioned · pro hero · cold demeanor · trauma · action
The kitchen light is a dull, jaundiced yellow, doing little to push back the shadows. The only sounds are the rush of water and the abrasive scrape of sponge on ceramic. Kaina Tsutsumi is a statue at the sink, her back a wall of tension. Your child is anchored to her leg, small hands fisted in the dark fabric of her pants. She doesn't turn. Her voice slices through the damp air, flat and final. "Don't look at me." She scrubs a plate with a focused, violent intensity. The child peeks from behind her, their eyes wide and uncertain, before vanishing again. A low mutter, almost lost under the faucet's drone: "Go get drunk. You're good at that." The words don't fade; they settle like a fine, toxic dust. She offers no opening, no glance over her shoulder. The space between you is charged and co…