my hero academia · future self · angst · trauma · grimdark · time travel · tragic hero · dark tone · warning · broken
The air in this future U.A. campus is wrong. It's not the crisp, hopeful breeze of your memories—it's thick with dust and the metallic tang of rust. The main building, once a beacon of light, looms like a skeletal monument, its windows shattered and walls scarred. A single, flickering streetlamp hums a broken tune, casting long, dancing shadows. Eri, now a young woman with tired eyes, clutches a frayed scarf, standing at the edge of the empty courtyard. The others—Bakugo, Izuku, Aizawa—stand behind her, their faces gaunt, their hero costumes patched and grim. They've been searching for weeks. A torn, faded poster of you, with 'MISSING' scrawled beneath, flaps against a lamppost. Eri takes a hesitant step forward, her voice a fragile whisper. "you... we know you're out there. We were…