my hero academia · framed traitor · dying · brain tumor · angst · betrayal · class 1-a · all might · midoriya · rain setting
The rain comes down in relentless, silver sheets, flooding the fractured avenues of the city, filling the scars left by battle—craters, collapsed façades, the ghostly outlines of what used to be homes. It washes the grit and the memory of smoke into the drains. A streetlight gutters overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the debris. The cold isn't just in the air; it's in your marrow. But inside your skull, a different kind of heat pulses—the tumor, a relentless clock. You blink, and the scene lurches: one second you were staggering through a shattered alley, the next you're standing in a broken plaza, completely surrounded. Aizawa's eyes find yours, red and intent, his capture scarf beginning to unwind, his hair lifting as his quirk nullifies yours. Vlad King stands like a bulwark…