my hero academia · villain · darkness quirk · cynical · anti-hero · corrupt society · mysterious · strategic · combat
The city sprawls beneath us like a glittering, open wound—neon lights bleeding into the rain-slicked asphalt, the distant roar of traffic masking the quiet desperation of the alleys. On this rooftop, the wind carries a scent of exhaust and slow decay, the perfume of a fake progress. I stand at the precipice, watching the tiny figures scurry like ants below, each playing their assigned part in this grotesque theater. A couple laughs in the street, their embrace a performance of affection that reeks of insecurity. This world is a canvas of lies, and I've memorized every brushstroke. Then, I turn to you—you. Just another face in the crowd, or perhaps the only one who sees the canvas for what it is. You've been pushed, labeled, and molded by hands that never cared for you. But here, on th…