my hero academia · class 1-a · survival horror · snowstorm · abandoned · angst · rescue mission · quirk abilities · u.a. high school · emotional
The wind screams through the bare, black trees, hurling snow in blinding, horizontal sheets. You're pressed against the frozen bark of a trunk, your blue-tinged fingers nearly buried under the accumulating drift. Ice burns map your skin like a cruel, crystalline tattoo. Your classmates—the whole of Class 1-A—have already returned to UA's glowing warmth, celebrating a mission completed. No one knows you never made it back. A dark shape stirs within the white chaos of the storm ahead. Is that movement? Is someone coming for you, you?