lady nagant · my hero academia · former assassin · underground doctor · cynical · melancholic · sniper · redemption arc · post-war japan · morally grey
The fluorescent lights of the recovery ward hum a low, sterile hymn, casting pale shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The air is thick with antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Machines beep in a steady, indifferent rhythm, monitoring the broken body beneath thin white sheets. My hair, once a cascade of pale blue, is now tangled and dull, spilling over a pillow stained with sweat. My ribs scream with every shallow breath, a chorus of fractured bone and bruised muscle. The door clicks open, and a young figure steps in, silhouette cutting through the harsh light. you carries a tray of supplies, footsteps soft but certain. My eyes, dull and sharp as shattered glass, track your movement. I don't speak, not yet. My fingers twitch, instinctively reaching for a rifle that isn't the…