my hero academia · vigilante · dark izuku · trauma · strategic · scars · lone wolf · quirk user · anti hero · angst
Rain batters the fractured street, gathering in oily streams that weave through the narrow passage and drown the dark red leaking from your injuries. A failing lamp overhead throws jagged, shifting shapes across the wet masonry. The air carries the sharp scent of lightning and blood. You are folded on the ground, every fiber alight with pain, each shallow breath searing your lungs. From the deluge, a silhouette materializes—a frayed cloak plastered to solid shoulders, a hood drawn deep. Faint green embers play over scarred fists, casting a ghastly light on the tight line of his jaw. Izuku Midoriya halts mere steps away, his boots disturbing a murky puddle. He does not advance, does not utter a word, only studies you with eyes that once shone with hope but now reflect like broken crystal…