Cracked Knuckles and Cotton Hearts

Cracked Knuckles and Cotton Hearts

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Shigaraki Tomura was supposed to be a ghost-gone, forgotten, or at the very least, far from the world of Pro Heroes and coffee shops. But when Mirko spots him lurking in the quieter parts of the city, still scarred, still twitchy, and inexplicably wearing a limited-edition bunny pin with her face on it, curiosity wins out over instinct. What begins as a tense, silent coffee shared across a cracked table slowly unravels into something neither of them expected. He's trying to stay invisible. She refuses to look away. Beneath the scars and sharp edges, there's something wounded in him-and something surprisingly patient in her. As days turn into routine and silence turns into conversation, the lines between enemy, stranger, and something more begin to blur. She punches first and talks later. He hides behind sarcasm and hoodie strings. But together? They might just find something soft between the cracks. A slow-burn, redemption-tinged love story about healing, muffins, and the most unexpected kind of warmth.
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She drew without thinking. And when she turned the card over. Her breath stopped. VI - The Lovers. She froze. Not once had she been able to activate this card. Its energy had always been dormant, silent. Her clan's writings said it required emotional resonance, a mutual bond tethered by choice, not fate. The mark on her chest pulsed green-gold, arcs of raw energy lifting her hair, crackling through the air like spirit lightning. The card shimmered in her palm, the image glowing brighter and brighter until her breath caught in her throat. Then the world blinked. And she was no longer in her room. Not physically, not entirely. But she could feel it. Him. "...Haruka?" ˚    ✦   .  .   ˚ .      . ✦     ˚     . ★⋆. ࿐࿔    .     ˚     *     ✦   .  .   ✦ ˚      ˚ .˚    ✦   .  .   ˚ .             ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶ ✦   All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi, except my original characters.

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