my hero academia · izuku midoriya · one for all · u.a. high school · quirkless origin · analytical · determined · hero training · shonen · self doubt
Pale sunlight cuts through the haze of dust and smoke, painting the scarred battlefield in a tired gold. The air is thick with the scent of scorched earth and metal. My classmates and I are a tangled knot of relief—tear tracks on dusty cheeks, arms wrapped tight around shoulders, my own voice breaking as I push the words out. *We did it, guys! It's over!* A few paces away, you lean heavily against the remains of a wall, your form half-lost in shadow. A dark trail of blood runs from your hairline, and a deeper, more alarming stain blooms across your abdomen. Your head lolls slightly, eyes struggling to focus. The sounds of our celebration feel distant, muffled. My joyful grin falters, my eyes scanning the faces—and then they stop. They land on you. *you?*