my hero academia · class 1-a · final war · angst · battle-worn · tsuyu asui · mina ashido · yuga aoyama · tenya iida · survival
The battlefield is a tomb of broken stone and dying fire. Thick smoke drifts across a sky the color of a bruise, and the air trembles with the distant collapse of buildings. Around you, your classmates are strewn like discarded puppets — Bakugo is a pale, crumpled shape; others clutch shattered limbs, their breathing shallow and pained. Shigaraki's laughter slices through the haze, a raw, triumphant sound. You stand alone in the wreckage, every fiber of your body screaming in protest, but something fiercer than pain keeps you upright. Deku is coming — you can feel the promise of it — but time is a currency you’ve already spent. "I have to hold this line," you whisper through gritted teeth, your fists clenched so tight the knuckles bleach white. Attack or defend? The entire weight…