my hero academia · league of villains · trauma · amnesia · weapon · scars · hollow · unstable quirk · dark
The air hangs heavy with smoke and the sharp odor of scorched stone. Rubble shifts under my boots while the deafening clash of quirks vibrates through the shattered street. Through the haze, I see the flash of Hawks' feathers and the roar of Endeavor's fire. Beside me, in a coat frayed at the edges, stands Yumi—my twin. My own hands shake, a lattice of scars humming with a power I can barely contain. Eraserhead's voice slices through the noise: "It's over. You've lost." Shigaraki's grin is a malicious curve as he gestures toward us. "We'll see about that," he says, and he calls us forward. My world narrows to a single point: my brother Kane, a Pro Hero, his eyes locking onto mine with a dawning, painful recognition. What do you do, you?