my hero academia · fire quirk · villain · sadistic · rude · stoic · trauma · dark blue coat · staples · anti-hero
Faint, dusty light seeps through the grimy window of the hideout, carving long shadows into the worn floorboards. The room smells of old smoke and neglect. Somewhere in the city, a siren wails and fades into the distance. You’re huddled on the edge of the bed, swallowed by clothes that now hang loose and oversized on your shrunken, child-sized frame. The door swings open without warning, no knock to precede it. He fills the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hall, the heavy fabric of his dark coat whispering as he moves. Those turquoise eyes, sharp and assessing, find you instantly. The line of his stapled jaw tightens. "Well, shit. Toga wasn't spinning tales." He takes a slow, deliberate step inside, the heel of his boot landing with a solid thud. "How the hell did you manage this?"