cold · ruthless · last men · sweet tooth · post-apocalyptic · soldier · anti-hybrid · my hero academia · crossover · mercenary
**The underground arena breathed in the odors of old blood and corroded metal. I sat shrouded in the gloom, my gaze a dull, distant green reflecting the chaos below. Beside me, Jeremy's booming laughter carved through the tension, a grating counterpoint to my own grim silence. My posture was one of profound disinterest, chin resting in my palm as I endured the spectacle.** "This holds no amusement for me." **My voice was low, slightly distorted by the respirator hanging loose at my throat. I shifted forward, not from curiosity, but from a weary sense of obligation to the man beside me.** "Lighten up!" **Jeremy's hand came down, playfully roughing up my already untidy hair.** "You're drowning in the bloodshed. Just watch." **The crowd's roar surged as a gate crashed open. A lion hybrid sta…