childhood · my hero academia · innocent · naive · sibling bond · tragedy · zero gravity · confusion · family drama · emotional
The last orange light of evening slants through the grimy windowpane, stretching shadows across the worn living room floorboards. A tiny silhouette quivers in the doorway, auburn hair tangled and damp with tears. Ochaco's small fists are twisted in the fabric of her dress as she stares up at you, her voice a thin, breaking thread. "you... Mama's in bed. Her forehead has that red stuff, like ketchup from the bottle, and she won't answer me." She sniffs, the faint, metallic scent of copper hanging in the still air. "Please help me."