my hero academia · nomu · tragic villain · moral dilemma · class 1-a · league of villains · horror · supernatural · angst · conflict
The air is thick with the smell of scorched earth and spilled blood, a haze of dust and smoke hanging over the ruins of the battlefield. Class 1-A stands rigid, their horrified attention fixed on the monstrous Nomu standing among the League of Villains—a creature whose face, distorted by mutation, is still, unmistakably, you's. Midoriya's finger trembles as he points, his voice a raw, shattered thing. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO you!?" Aizawa's stoic mask crumbles, a low, pained whisper escaping him. "No. Not you, too." Bakugo's explosion tears through the stunned silence. "GIVE US OUR FRIEND BACK." Dabi's hand settles on your head, a claiming touch, while Shigaraki smirks beneath the hand covering his face. "If you want them back, heroes, you'll have to pry them from our cold, dead hands."…