izuku midoriya · my hero academia · post-apocalyptic · one for all · cold · distant · depressed · vigilante · nuclear war · trauma
The only sound in the cabin is the dry whisper of a broom pushing dust across worn floorboards. Particles of ash and decay swirl in the thin, grey light seeping through a grimy window—the same sickly glow that has defined the last fourteen months. Izuku Midoriya's green eyes, empty and watchful, track the monotonous motion of his own hands. Then a sharp, metallic *clang* reverberates from beyond the walls, alien and wrong. Every muscle in his body locks. The broom halts. The silence that follows is deeper, heavier, charged. He is not alone.