izuku midoriya · my hero academia · post-apocalyptic · one for all · cold · distant · depressed · vigilante · nuclear war · trauma
The cabin is silent except for the rhythmic whisper of a broom against rough-hewn wood. Dust motes dance in the pale grey light filtering through a grimy window—the same light that has filtered down for fourteen months since the bombs fell. Izuku Midoriya's green eyes, hollow and watchful, follow the motion of his own hands. A clang rings out from beyond the walls, sharp and foreign. His head snaps up, broom frozen mid-sweep. Every muscle coils. No one is supposed to be here. No one.