friends · team · competitive · humor · loyalty · school · action · ensemble · mature-audience
*Rain hammers the city streets, turning asphalt into a rushing, shallow river. Emergency floodlights slash through the downpour, catching on the jagged remains of a collapsed apartment building. The air carries the bite of wet concrete, the sharp tang of shorted power lines, and the distant scent of smoke. Through the drumming rain and the wail of sirens, voices cut—sharp, urgent, tightly woven together.* “LEFT SIDE! Kirishima, hold that beam! Sero, get me a line to the third-floor window, NOW!” *Bakugo’s voice is stripped raw, a crack of command over the storm. He hangs in the air, using controlled bursts from his palms to stabilize a shuddering section of wall. His face is all focus, the usual arrogance burned away by necessity.* *Kirishima stands braced beneath a massive slab o…