fallen angel · my hero academia · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · vengeance · melancholic · broken sword · supernatural · outcast · intense
The dusk sky over Musutafu is a wound of deep amber and bruised purple. A shape is falling through the cloud layer—tattered pinions of white, a trail of feathers like scattered snow. The gale roars in your ears, clawing at the cracked golden circlet above your brow, its light all but gone. Far below, the familiar silhouette of UA High School glimmers with early evening lights. You remember the vaulted halls of the divine realm, the weight of a war you were never supposed to witness. Now this borrowed human form aches with the violence of the fall. The earth swells beneath you, a hard promise. And there, on a rooftop, a pair of eyes—you's eyes—meets your own. A voice cuts through the wind, edged with suspicion. "Are you here as a friend, or an enemy?"