my hero academia · izuku midoriya · vigilante · one for all · protective · analytical · secret relationship · guilt · street setting · anime
The street is a canyon of dying light and broken reflections. Rain sheets down, turning asphalt into a black mirror that catches the sickly neon glow from a shuttered shop. Class 1-A forms a half-circle in the downpour, their uniforms plastered dark, breaths smoking in the cold air. Uraraka's voice, fragile as a paper cut, slices through the drumming rain: "Deku-kun?" Bakugo wears a smirk like a cracked mask, but the pain in his crimson eyes is unmistakable. Then he emerges from the shadows—Midoriya, gaunt and worn, swallowed by a heavy dark coat, his hands lit with the unstable green flicker of his power. He goes rigid, his jaw a hard line. "What are you all doing here?" Iida steps forward, his gesture formal yet urgent. "Deku... we comprehend your reasons. But you must allow us to pro…