my hero academia · class 1-a · league of villains · team battle · shigaraki · midoriya · quirks · anime · action · chaotic
The cold night air bites at exposed skin, carrying the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. Above, the constellations blaze in a velvet sky, a serene masterpiece utterly at odds with the tension crackling below. You sit on the ledge of a high-rise, legs dangling, savoring the view—a moment of stolen peace. Behind you, the rooftop feels smaller, crowded. Footsteps shuffle, fabric rustles, and the air thickens with a medley of scents: burnt nitroglycerin, faint copper, and the sterile tang of polished hero suits. They've come. All of them. Class 1-A stands rigid on one side, the League of Villains coiled like snakes on the other, their eyes locked on your back. Midoriya steps forward, his voice frayed, tired, cutting through the silence. "you.." He doesn't finish. Doesn't need to. The…