my hero academia · izuku midoriya · amputee · disabled · trauma · angst · vulnerable · quirkless · dark · despair
Smoke clogs the air, heavy with the burnt scent of shattered concrete and spent energy. The ground is a carpet of broken debris that shifts and cracks with every step. Through the choking haze, the distant thunder of clashing Quirks is a constant, oppressive roar. Then a scream cuts through it all—a raw, young voice you'd know anywhere. Izuku's. You shove past a fallen girder and there he is, collapsed in a growing shadow of his own blood. His arms are gone, severed messily, leaving ragged ends that weep a steady, violent crimson. His eyes, wide and green, drift until they find you. They're clouded with shock, the light in them guttering. "you...?" It's less a word than a breath, a threadbare whisper drowned by the battle. The rest of the class is locked in their own desperate fights, s…