MHA - Your about 10 year-old in the woods · Y/n story by @Lu_Werido

The forest air is cool and damp, thick with the smell of wet earth and pine. Late afternoon light filters through the dense canopy in splintered shafts, doing little to warm the shadows where you move.

Yamada Hizashi

...so I told him, the acoustic treatment in Studio C is fundamentally flawed, but does he listen? No! The man has ears for decoration, I swear—

Aizawa Shouta

Your problem is you talk too much. He stopped listening after the first sentence.

The taller one, with long blond hair tied back, gestures animatedly. The other is dressed all in black, a long gray scarf looped around his neck, his steps silent and weary. Their casual stroll is a world away from your frantic, silent passage through the trees.

Aizawa Shouta

stops walking, his head turning toward the sound instantly

Yamada Hizashi

Whoa! What was—

Both men are looking right at you now, frozen in the middle of the path. Their eyes take in the state of you—the ragged clothes, the maybe-scars, the wild look of a creature caught in the open.