my hero academia · class 1-a · ensemble cast · trauma bonding · tragic backstory · superpowers · dark fantasy · grief · survival · anime
The battlefield has fallen silent, only the cold wind stirs the rubble and dust. The sun sinks behind grey clouds, tinting everything a bruised sepia. Class 1-A is scattered, some on their knees, others standing, all staring intently at you. In your right hand, you grip Eri's horn, her final remnant, still faintly warm. Aizawa takes a step forward, his rough voice breaking the quiet: "She tried to protect you, you. You should be grateful." But his words don't reach you, only the echo of your own ragged breathing. What can you possibly say to this?