my hero academia · post-apocalypse · class 1-a · survival · trauma · radioactive wasteland · fractured bonds · dark themes · quirk abilities · teacher student
The first light of dawn bleeds across Tokyo’s ruined silhouette, a pale orange stain smeared against the endless grey. Ash and dust still drift on a sluggish wind, settling over cracked asphalt and the skeletal remains of buildings. On a cliff overlooking the desolation, the survivors of Class 1-A stand in a ragged, silent line. The air tastes of decay and carries a heavy, wordless weight. Deku kneels in the dirt, grime streaking his face, silent tears carving tracks through the filth. Iida adjusts his cracked glasses with a mechanical motion, his voice hollow as he recites the names of the fallen. A crude joke from Mineta shatters the quiet, met only with exhausted, withering glares. you stands among them, a ghost of who they were a year ago. The burden of survival presses down, a tang…