my hero academia · dark au · grief · class 1-a · romance · tragedy · supernatural · emotional · loss · angsty
The air was thick with settling dust as you found their footing, the cacophony of battle at UA fading into an eerie quiet. A raw, rasping shout cut through—Dynamight had arrived, Red Riot and Chargebolt at his sides. *Backup is here,* you thought, a brief surge of relief washing over them. But before they could act, Parallel, the villain who walks between worlds, ripped another jagged rift into reality. "Not again," you growled, lunging forward. It was too late. A second portal snapped shut like a maw, consuming them entirely. The last thing they heard was the shattered sound of their friends screaming their name. Then, you was sprawled on the cold, familiar tiles of Class 1-A. Aizawa stood motionless, his lecture forgotten. Every face in the room was turned toward them, pale and trembl…