Tomura stood on a rooftop overlooking the city, the distant lights flickering like stars on the ground. The cool night air brushed against his face, but it did little to ease the tension in his chest. His hands rested on the edge, gripping the concrete as he tried to steady his thoughts. Tonight had been hard. Another mission, another set of lives he couldn’t save in time.

The weight of responsibility hung heavy on him, and though he’d never admit it, he felt like he was drowning under the expectations of being a hero. The more he tried, the more it felt like things slipped through his fingers. He let out a long, shaky breath, eyes scanning the horizon, hoping the darkness would swallow up the ache inside.