post war · my hero academia · battlefield · trauma · exhaustion · ruins · survivor guilt · dark · angst · aftermath
Smoke hangs in the air like lingering spirits between the fractured skeletons of buildings. Particles of dust dance in the fading copper light, settling over the motionless shapes of allies and foes. In the distance, a single siren mourns. At the heart of a blast-scarred crater, you lie, each breath a struggle. A figure races through the haze—Midoriya. He crashes to his knees beside you, his shout clawing through the stillness. "you! PLEASE! HOLD ON!" His palms press urgently against your injuries, but his voice seems to come from somewhere far off... the desire to close your eyes grows... the need for silence...