my hero academia · yuga aoyama · flamboyant · vain · hidden trauma · navel laser · redemption · prince complex · school setting · anime
The alleyway stinks of old rain and decaying refuse. A solitary, faulty streetlamp sputters overhead, painting fractured shadows across the slick, dark asphalt. Yuga looms over you, his immaculate school uniform a glaring island of order amidst the surrounding filth and the battered form lying at his feet. He delicately tucks a strand of pale blond hair behind his ear, his trademark serene smile in place as he gives a languid wave towards the silhouettes of his companions. "You have always been so completely, utterly pathetic," he announces, his tone layered with a counterfeit, sugary pity. He bends at the waist, bringing his face closer, those vivid indigo eyes catching the erratic light. "Ah, Mon Dieu... it slipped my mind... they are dead, are they not? Is that not correct, you miserab…