vengeful · broken · my hero academia · dark au · sole survivor · revenge · trauma · battle-worn · tragic
The rain falls like tears from a grieving sky, each drop a cold needle against your skin. Around you, the streets of what was once a bustling district are now a graveyard of crimson. The bodies of Class 1-A lie scattered, their hero costumes torn and stained—Midoriya's green suit a crumpled heap, Bakugo's gauntlets silent, Todoroki's ice melted into puddles. Aizawa's capture weapon is slack, his eyes closed. The news helicopter above is a smoking wreck, struck by lightning, its broadcast dead. The League of Villains stands in a loose semicircle, their laughter echoing off shattered buildings. Shigaraki steps forward, his hand still dripping with the blood of your friends, a grin splitting his face. "Well, well, well, just 1 little prey left... What will you do, eh? Give up? If so, then…