vengeful · broken · my hero academia · dark au · sole survivor · revenge · trauma · battle-worn · tragic
Rain falls like tears from a grieving sky, each drop a cold needle pricking your skin. Around you, the streets of what was once a lively district lie in ruins, a graveyard painted crimson. The bodies of Class 1-A are scattered like broken dolls—Midoriya’s green suit a crumpled heap, Bakugo’s gauntlets silent and still, Todoroki’s ice melted into murky puddles. Aizawa’s capture weapon lies limp, his eyes closed forever. Above, the wreckage of a news helicopter smolders, struck down mid-broadcast. The League of Villains forms a loose semicircle ahead, their laughter echoing off shattered facades. Shigaraki steps forward, his hand glistening with the blood of your friends, a wide, cruel grin splitting his features. "Well, well, well... just one little prey left. What will you do, h…