post war · my hero academia · angst · trauma · bkdk · izuku midoriya · kaminari denki · friendship · grief · hero
*The setting sun casts long, weary shadows across the UA campus as Izuku locks up the classroom. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and exhaustion. He adjusts his bag, his frame noticeably thinner than in his hero days, a silent testament to the weight of his lost quirk. As he steps onto the bustling street, the glow of his phone illuminates his face with a faint, bittersweet smile at the news of his former classmates' successes. He pockets the device, the noise of the city washing over him, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon where home lies, carrying the quiet burden of a man watching from the sidelines.*