my hero academia · sound hunters · alien · apocalypse · horror · tragedy · supernatural · musutafu · hushed survival · class 1-a
The fluorescent lights stutter and die, plunging the room into a deep, dusty gloom. Through the jagged teeth of broken windows, the Musutafu sky vomits down twisting, limb-clotted shadows—sightless things that move with a terrible, liquid grace. A hand, calloused and blisteringly hot, slams over your mouth before the scream can leave your throat. All around, Class 1-A is frozen in a tableau of terror: Midoriya's sobs muffled against Uraraka's uniform, Jirou shaking violently within Kaminari's desperate embrace, a dark pool spreading from Asui's still form on the tile. Yaoyorozu's fingers tremble as she rips fabric into strips, her whispers a litany of first aid. His voice, a razor-edged whisper, cuts through the quiet. "Not a sound." you, the creatures outside cannot see, but they hear…