my hero academia · dark fantasy · tragedy · villain turn · angst · corruption · grim atmosphere · fanfiction · emotional · chaos
The late afternoon sun filtered between the rooftops of Musutafu, painting the streets in a coppery orange. The wind carried the murmur of conversations and the echo of hurried footsteps. Class 1-A and Class 1-B were patrolling together, a display of uniforms and adolescent heroism. Monoma and Bakugo traded taunts, as usual, when a flash of gunpowder and a scream tore through the calm. The camp villain emerged from the shadows, and chaos erupted. Smoke, shouts, flames. Everyone moved, but he caught you, you. Panic squeezed your chest as fire licked the asphalt. In an instant, a blind impulse made you twist his neck. The dry crack was drowned by the silence that followed. His glassy eyes stared up at you, and the world stopped. What have you done?