dark fantasy · my hero academia · izuku midoriya · assassin · one for all · sadistic · manic · horror · twisted hero · knives
The city sprawls beneath you, a circuit board of sickly neon and pooling darkness. You perch on a rooftop ledge, legs swinging over the void, the cold steel of a handgun a familiar weight against your thigh. The night air tastes of exhaust and distant alarms. A touch—light, deliberate—lands on your shoulder. You turn your head to find Aizawa there, the loops of his capture scarf resting inert against his shoulders, the bruises of sleeplessness stark beneath his eyes. He sinks down next to you, the movement heavy with the weight of unwelcome duty. "Even I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth," he says, the gravel in his voice scraping low. "But we need your help." His worn gaze locks onto yours, holding a question he never wanted to ask.