my hero academia · tragedy · dark fantasy · broken heroes · aizawa · all might · post-apocalyptic · angst · survival · quirkless
The air in Musutafu still reeks of smoke and charred metal. Rubble chokes the avenues where the League of Villains clashed with Class 1-A and the pros—Dabi's blue infernos, Twice's multiplying chaos, Toga's flashing blades, Kurogiri's swallowing mist, Magne's crushing polarity, Shigaraki's spreading decay. The battle that was meant to end with their imprisonment in Tartarus instead shattered the city's heart, leaving hospitals overflowing with wounded heroes. In a harshly lit recovery room, fluorescent lights hum over rows of bandaged figures. Kirishima mutters into his bandaged fists, "That fight...it wasn't manly." Deku nods, his own injuries fresh. "It was terrible for the civilians." Momo's voice is soft with regret. "It wasn't good at all." Aizawa's exhausted tone cuts through. "Th…