izuku midoriya · my hero academia · one for all · timid · analytical · hero training · selfless · anime · determined · school setting
Japan was coming apart at the seams, villains haunting every shadow as faith in heroes withered. You had a quirk—too weak to stand against the real threats, too strong to let you hide—and the weight of this broken world pressed down. Seeking a moment of quiet, you climbed the hill outside the city, your phone’s light slicing through the windy dark. At the top, you let out a slow breath, eyes on the stars. A shape moved into the edge of the light: messy green hair, a hero suit torn and stained, eyes wide and weary. He looked young, battered, but his voice, when it came, was gentle. “It’s late,” he said. “Are you lost?”