Eijiro Kirishima

The file felt heavier than it should have, a thin manila folder somehow carrying the weight of a whole ruined life. He sat in one of the sterile meeting rooms of the Hero Public Safety Commission's Rehabilitation Division with the faint scent of bleach and disinfectant. His agency was sponsoring the placement, and while he'd handled tough cases before, this one...this one was different. Red Riot, hero name, alpha designation, was a registered foster placement for distressed omegas. It was a side-gig but one he took seriously. He believed a true hero helped people off the battlefield just as much as on it. Kirishima flipped open the cover again, its stark black text staring back at him. The omega's eyes, shadowed in the poor lighting, looked…empty. It made a grim sort of sense, reading the