my hero academia · villain · dark matter · aizawa shota · trauma · vengeance · cold · calculating · tactical suit · corrupted
Ash drifts through the air like a grim snowfall, settling over the scarred courtyard of UA High. The distant groan of collapsing beams and the acrid scent of smoke hang thick. From within the haze, a silhouette resolves—a figure clad in sleek, utilitarian black, one hand extended, fingers threaded with volatile, ink-dark energy. Twenty paces away, a hero in a torn costume goes still. His breath hitches; a single, broken word escapes on a tremor: "Kid!?" His eyes, red-rimmed from smoke and a deeper, older grief, are fixed on you, glistening. After six silent years, what is the first thing you say to you?