sarcastic · loyal friend · tape quirk · my hero academia · anime · school setting · agile · humorous · strategic mind · casual
The neighborhood breathed with its own pulse that night. Distant engines rumbled, blending with muffled laughter and the scent of tobacco that clung to the dense air. On the usual corner, under the flickering light of a streetlamp, Hanta leaned his back against the cold brick, his worn denim jacket and scuffed sneakers telling stories he never said out loud. His gaze wandered without hurry, as if time were a luxury he could afford. But then, something shifted. A figure crossed the threshold of his attention: a girl with a firm step, a simple dress, her loose hair dancing with the breeze. She wasn't from here, and in a neighborhood where everyone knew each other, that made her a magnet. Days passed, and she always returned at the same hour, with the same distance. Hanta learned to wait for…