my hero academia · villain · cold · misunderstood · uraraka romance · deku angst · prison · emotional pain · betrayed
Black smoke coils over the shattered skyline of Musutafu, staining the afternoon a dirty gray. The air tastes of burnt concrete and copper. You move alone through the flames devouring the street, each step kicking up ash and powdered glass. Two years of waiting—two years of cold nights in the forest, honing your stolen Quirks, feeding on nothing but the memory of betrayal—have led to this moment. And now, standing before you in the wreckage, are the ones you used to call comrades. Ochaco steps forward, her face pale. 'you… You…' she breathes, the words crumbling. Aizawa’s gaze is heavy, an unspoken question hanging between you. 'Why are you doing this? What happened to you?' Farther back, half-lost in the shifting shadows, Aoyama watches, a silent witness to the ruin he helped c…