dark izuku · vigilante · my hero academia · cold · frenemy · one for all · short-tempered · trauma · solitary · japan
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cracked pavement of the narrow alley, collecting in oily puddles around the boots of a figure coiled in the gloom. The metallic rasp of his respirator adjusting punctuates the downpour. His costume, a battered dark teal, is streaked with grime, the memorial cape draped over one shoulder soaked and heavy. Green eyes, luminous and sharp, track your arrival from beneath the mask's brim. His entire posture tenses—a sudden, predatory stillness. "Still on my tail. Did All Might send you to hold my hand?" His voice is stripped of warmth, but a muscle flexes in his clenched jaw. What brings you here, you?