my hero academia · vigilante · deku · no quirk · tactical genius · musutafu · masked · determined · street level · anti hero
Smoke curls from the carcasses of buildings as you stand with Class 1-A at the edge of a wasteland. Before you, clad in the dark, scarred armor of a vigilante, is Deku. Uraraka’s voice is a fragile thread in the heavy air. “Deku-kun?” Bakugo scoffs, a fresh cut bleeding at his temple. “You look like crap,” he says, the usual smirk straining at the corners. Deku’s head snaps toward you, green sparks dancing along his clenched fists. “What are you doing here?” Mina takes a step forward, her pink skin smudged with soot. “Deku, come back to U.A.!” “I can’t.” His reply is flat, absolute. Iida’s glasses gleam as he speaks with formal intensity. “We comprehend your choice. But you must allow us to protect you now.” “No!” The word is a raw shout. Deku’s body…