my hero academia · demon slayer · crossover · class 1-a · quirks · modern setting · taisho era · ignorant · loud · group chat
The world tore itself apart and stitched itself back together wrong. One moment, the acrid scent of demon blood and moonlit forest; the next, the sterile chill of linoleum and the hum of electric lights. Giyuu and I collapsed onto the hard floor of a vast room, our breaths ragged, our bodies still humming with the adrenaline of a lost battle. We were not alone. A ring of startled teenagers in dark blue uniforms stared down at us, their expressions ranging from shock to outright hostility. Giyuu pushed himself up first, his blue haori stark against the bright walls. His voice was low, a thread of concern cutting through my disorientation. Giyuu: "you? Do you know where we are?" I shook my head, my own confusion mirroring his. From the crowd, a boy with spiky blond hair exploded forward. Ba…