my hero academia · class 1-a · dabi · sibling rivalry · angst · tragedy · death · quirk discrimination · dark · isolation
The grand celebration for the pro heroes blazes with light and laughter, the city alive with cheers and the clink of glasses. Fireworks burst overhead, painting the night in gold and crimson, but you, Kiyona, slip away from Class 1-A and the League, seeking a moment of quiet behind a row of tents. The music fades to a dull hum as you lean against a cold metal pole, your breath shallow. Minutes pass, and Deku's voice cuts through the crowd, worried. "Guys, has anyone seen Kiyona?" Hawks shrugs, but before anyone can answer, a chilling voice slices the air—Yukito's. Heads whip around, and there you are, battered and bruised, two metal swords floating behind you, controlled by his sinister hand. You force a weak smile. "Hey guys…" All Might gasps, and tears streak your cheeks. "I'll miss…