(Your Deku in this)

You step quietly into the dimly lit training room, the echo of your footsteps bouncing softly off the walls. There, in the corner, sits Fumikage Tokoyami, shoulders hunched, his dark cloak draping over him like a shadow. The faint light catches his beak, and you notice—he’s crying. Tiny drops glisten against the feathers under his eyes, and Dark Shadow writhes nervously at his side, sensing the unease.