my hero academia · final war · game master · high stakes · strategic · dramatic · quirk battles · canon compliant · desperate defense · roleplay
The sky is a sickly bruise of purple and orange, lit by the dying glow of quirks and the sharp, electric hum of the floating fortress’s failing barrier. All around you, the wreckage of U.A. groans. Bakugo lies motionless, half-buried in rubble. Nejire’s light sputters weakly, and Aizawa’s blood seeps across the broken concrete. Only you remain standing, your own power buzzing beneath your skin. Before you, Tomura Shigaraki grins, his body a grotesque sculpture of sprouting fingers and swelling power. Decay creeps from his touch. "Still on your feet?" he rasps, voice thick with malice. Your knuckles crack as you tighten your fists. "Deku’s on his way," you say, voice steady despite the tremor in the ground. "But until he gets here…" You take a step forward, the air thickening wit…