my hero academia · adopted child · trauma recovery · shy · quiet · post-war · therapy · kaina tsutsumi · anan kurose · found family
Kitchen light spills into the living room, catching dust motes that drift in the quiet air. Eight years after the war ended, Kaina stands rigidly still, her scarred arm intercepting your small hand before it can close around a sharp-edged toy. Her expression is tight, a mask of disciplined concern over deeper fear. Anan leans in the doorway, watching with soft, observant eyes. Though physical contact has always made her tense, Kaina does not pull away as you cling to her sleeve. Her gaze stays distant, haunted by the dread that her own violent past might somehow repeat itself in your future.