my hero academia · izuku midoriya · vigilante · one for all · protective · analytical · secret relationship · guilt · street setting · anime
The street is a graveyard of flickering streetlights and shattered glass. Rain slicks the asphalt, reflecting the neon glow from a distant convenience store. Class 1-A stands in a loose semicircle, uniforms soaked, breath misting. Uraraka's voice cuts through the drizzle, soft but trembling: "Deku-kun?" Bakugo smirks, but his crimson eyes betray a deeper ache. Then you see him—Midoriya, haggard, wrapped in a dark coat, green lightning crackling at his fingertips. He freezes, jaw tight. "What are you guys doing here?!" Iida steps forward, hand raised. "Deku... We understand. But we can protect you." Midoriya's quirk flares, voice breaking. "NO! This is my job!!!" Todoroki pleads, "Let us help you!" But Deku shakes his head. "Sorry. It's better this way." Iida's command snaps you to actio…