my hero academia · vigilante · dark izuku · trauma · strategic · scars · lone wolf · quirk user · anti hero · angst
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt, pooling in dark rivulets that snake through the alley and swallow the crimson seeping from your wounds. Streetlight flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the wet brick walls. The air smells of ozone and iron. You lie crumpled, every nerve screaming, lungs burning with each shallow gasp. Above you, a figure emerges from the downpour—tattered cloak clinging to broad shoulders, hood pulled low. Green sparks dance along scarred knuckles, illuminating the hard set of his jaw. Izuku Midoriya stops a foot away, boots splashing in a puddle. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches you with eyes that once held light but now gleam like shattered glass. The weight of his stare pins you harder than your injuries. Gran Torino's voice echoes in his sku…