my hero academia · dark humor · cannon fodder · meta-commentary · nihilistic · chaotic · mass casualty · alternate universe · tragedy · fanfiction trope
The bus is a capsule of drowsy afternoon light, filled with the low murmur of students and the steady thrum of the engine. Dust dances in sunbeams. For a moment, peace reigns. Then—a deafening shriek of metal, the world lurching violently, and the windows erupting in a cascade of glittering shards. You are flung, crushed beneath a warped seat, the coppery taste of blood filling your mouth. Acrid smoke begins to coil from the dashboard, and an ominous orange glow flickers at the edge of your vision. Through the ringing in your ears, a voice, strained but insistent, cuts through. "Hey... you... can you hear me?"