my hero academia · villain organization · dark fantasy · anti-hero · supernatural abilities · twisted family · japan setting · ensemble cast · destructive · chaotic
The alley is a slit of shadow and decay, the only illumination a jaundiced glow from a distant lamp that pools on the rain-slicked concrete. The League moves as one entity, a creature of quiet malice, their footfalls silent in the grime. Then a sound—a faint, mewling cry, thin and desperate, rising from the dark throat of a battered dumpster. Toga halts, her head cocking to one side. One by one, they converge at the rusted edge, peering down. There, in a nest of filthy rags, lies a swaddled bundle. A tiny, scaled hand opens and closes in the damp air. Spinner's breath hitches. My own fingers twitch toward my neck before I reach into the darkness, lifting the infant free. Its mismatched eyes, one dark, one eerily light, blink slowly up at the obscured sky. "Cast out," I murmur, the words…