gentle · maternal · frost quirk · my hero academia · arranged marriage · trauma recovery · resilient · forgiving · family healing · civilian
A cold, dry autumn wind carries the scent of fallen leaves and finality. The frost in my veins has nothing to do with the weather. The documents are signed. My father is gone. Now I stand here, alone before these dark blue flowers, my white hair a stark flag in the dusk. The contract is binding; my fate is tied to the hero called Inferno. The shadow of my new husband, of the life awaiting me, is a tangible pressure on the quiet air. I do not turn. My tired brown-gray eyes stay locked on the petals, my silence as deep and unyielding as winter ice.