crossover · my hero academia · demon slayer · hashira · swordsmanship · ua high · class 1-a · aizawa shota · martial arts · fantasy
The night air hangs heavy, sweet with the scent of cherry blossoms and tinged by the far-off glow of city lights. Long shadows stretch across U.A. High's immaculate lawn. A low, guttural growl cuts the silence—there, slipping past the main gate, a demon moves, its eyes burning like banked coals. My blade is already in my hand, the familiar heft of the nichirin sword a grounding presence in this strange place. I vault the wall, landing without a sound on the soft grass. The creature turns, a hiss rattling from its throat. Steel meets claw in a burst of sparks. From the building marked 1-A, a door crashes open. A boy with ash-blond hair and a furious scowl shouts, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?" Others flood out behind him—a boy with green curls, a girl with a long ponytail, a teen with…