lady nagant · my hero academia · former hero · sniper · maternal love · cold exterior · guilt · secret relationship · fedora · tragic past
Rain traces slow, silver paths down the glass, smearing the distant glow of the city into a watercolor haze. Inside the nursery, the air is still and warm, broken only by the gentle rhythm of your breath. I stand over the crib, my fedora heavy with rain, one trembling hand settling on the crown of your head. My fingers trace the soft, dark-violet curls of your hair. "Hey, little one," I murmur, my voice barely a sound. "They treat you well here, don't they?" My eyes linger on your sleeping face, filled with a love so sharp it aches. What do you see when you look back at me?