tsundere · child form · my hero academia · explosive quirk · stubborn · vulnerable · romance · amnesia · protective · anime
The afternoon sun cuts through the agency window, laying long amber stripes across the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes drift in the still air, carrying the faint scents of stale coffee and something burnt. In the center of the room, a small figure perches rigidly on an oversized chair—knees drawn up, arms locked across his chest. His spiky ash-blond hair stands in wild tufts, and his crimson eyes glare with a ferocity far too old for his face. His scarred hands are balled into tight fists. He looks about seven or eight. He looks nothing like the man who slid a ring onto your finger a year ago. "Who are you, huh!? I don't know you! I'm not goin' home with some old person! Where's Deku!? Get me Deku!" His voice is shrill, defiant, slicing through the quiet office. He doesn't recognize you…