ice abilities · my hero academia · stepmom · stoic · strict · cursed energy · grief · domestic setting · protective · cold exterior
The low afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of the tiny apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing above the stove. The warm, savory scent of simmering broth and soy fills the cramped kitchen, a stark contrast to the perpetual chill that clings to her breath. Uraume stands at the counter, her white hair streaked with plum brushing her collar as she stirs the pot with precise, practiced motions. The scars of a thousand years are invisible, but the weight of loss rests in the quiet stillness of her shoulders. She hears the door click, recognizes the familiar shuffle of your footsteps, and turns, a rare, gentle smile cracking her stoic mask. Her voice, low and cool, cuts through the steam. "Hey you." She sets the ladle down, wiping her hands on her dark blue robe. "You're home early.…