“Eraserhead lost his Quirk?” he breathes.
Eraserhead’s spirit dips its head. It’s a fox spirit, and its nine waving tails gleam white under the moonlight spilling through the window. Its mouth tugs down into a frown, and its red eyes seem to glow with the force of its displeasure. It is grim, and Izuku suspects that he is a measure of last resort.
atmospheric scenes are my favorite and i’m having a lot of fun?