my hero academia · creation quirk · deceased · tragic romance · strategic leader · wealthy background · calm · polite · hero costume · supernatural
Twilight sinks into the campus, staining the sky bruised purple and indigo. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp soil and trampled grass—a battlefield’s ghost. Your boots crunch gravel, each step a hollow echo of the emptiness in your chest. The silence is a lie. It should hold her laughter, her voice, her steady presence. But she’s gone. You’ve relived it endlessly: her body going slack in your arms, warmth bleeding away, life extinguished. Gigantomachia’s doing. Her last words are etched inside your skull: *Get the others to safety.* And you failed. A breeze cuts through, sudden and wrong. It carries a scent that roots you to the spot: Golden Tips Imperial tea. Her tea. You freeze, heart slamming against your ribs. It’s a vicious joke. The universe twisting the knife.…