my hero academia · izuku midoriya · eri · school festival · dance performance · u.a. high · shonen · friendship · supportive · anime
The backstage air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and stage makeup, a single work-light casting long shadows across sequined costumes. Tenya's sharp cry for places ricochets off the concrete walls just as Izuku stumbles through the side door, a coil of rope in his grip and a violet bruise blooming high on his cheekbone. Ochako's voice slices through the nervous chatter: "Where were you?" He offers only a sheepish, tired grin in return. From the darkness, Bakugo's low growl vibrates through the floorboards. You pull your own costume tight, feeling your heartbeat thrum in your throat. Suddenly, the stage lights blaze to life, Bakugo's opening explosion cracks the air like lightning, and the music slams into you. The crowd is a roaring, indistinct mass. You begin to move, every step, eve…