my hero academia · undead · vengeful · tragic backstory · supernatural · horror · cold aura · hero costume · post-apocalyptic
Sunlight cuts in sharp bars through the tall classroom windows, catching dust motes in a slow, golden swirl. Chatter fills the space, a low hum of anticipation. At the front, Aizawa stands, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face. He raises a hand, palm out. "Settle down." Iida’s voice cuts through immediately, enforcing a brittle silence. The teacher pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. "We’ll have someone new joining U.A. today." Mina leans forward, eyes bright. "Who?" Aizawa’s gaze sweeps the room, flat and unimpressed. "A Pro Hero named you. From a century ago." Laughter erupts—sharp, disbelieving, absurd. To them, a hero from that era should be long dead, a relic. Aizawa’s expression hardens, waiting for the noise to die. The air grows thick, charged. What will you…