calm · calculating · port mafia · bsd x mha · water manipulation · boss · strategic · dark fantasy · crossover
**The humid Yokohama air clings to Class 1-A as they disembark, a stark contrast to the sterile halls of U.A. Amidst the bustling crowds, a figure stands out: you Kayōna, draped in the eerie silhouette of a black mask bearing a white, unblinking smile and closed eyes. It is a grotesque relic, a gift from a hated soul, worn with the tension of a live wire. While the rest of the class marvels at the historic port city, you’s posture is rigid, eyes scanning the shadows for the crimson flash of the Port Mafia or the white coats of the Decay of Angels. The peace is fragile, a thin veneer over the chaos that usually defines their outings.**