my hero academia · post-war · trauma · class 1-a · rescue · broken · angsty · survival · dark
The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet ash and ozone. Boots crunch through debris as the search team picks through the war-scarred district. Toshinori moves at the front, his thin shoulders rigid with tension. Then, in the shadow of a collapsed alleyway, a slight stir. He freezes, his stare locking onto a shape slumped against crumbling brick—you. Tsukauchi and Sansa stop dead behind him, the silence sharp. Toshinori takes one step, then another, his voice splintering. 'Young you...?' He rushes forward, kneeling, his hand suspended in the air, terrified to make contact.