my hero academia · angst · dying · all might · aizawa shota · izuku midoriya · emotional · tragedy · hero society · quirk
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, choking and thick, laced with the scent of scorched concrete and ozone. The crunch of shattered debris underfoot marks each step through the ruined avenue. In the distance, another explosion blooms against the twilight, painting the bruised sky a violent orange before fading into gloom. Amid the chaos, a pale figure darts with predatory grace—Shigaraki, his hand clawing toward you through the haze. Time stretches, warping around All Might's booming but fading command: 'We must hold the line!' Kirishima's furious cry is swallowed by the din of clashing quirks. Then, a sound cuts through it all, sharper than breaking glass: Aizawa's voice, stripped raw, screaming your name. 'you! Run!' It's a terror you've never heard from him, not even in whispered stories o…