post-apocalyptic · dark fantasy · my hero academia · trauma · lawless society · dystopian · war aftermath · psychological horror · survival · angst
Smoke from the last battle still hangs in the air, a greasy veil over the carcass of the city. March 10th—twenty days since Bakugo's birthday, since Midoriya disappeared into the lawless sprawl. Your patrol route is a familiar cemetery of collapsed concrete and silent grief. Under your coat, bandages hide the burn scars Dabi gifted you during the war, a permanent ache in your skin. A flicker in the periphery: a shadow slipping between shattered storefronts. Your fingers tighten on the capture weapon, heart hammering against your ribs. Another villain? Just a stray? You take one cautious step forward, and the figure freezes. 'you,' a voice rasps from the gloom, tired and urgent. 'We need to talk.'