my hero academia · betrayal · survival · angst · pro heroes · chase · dark fantasy · tragic · action · enemies to lovers
The sky bleeds orange. Not from sunset, but from the inferno that chews through what's left of the city block. Smoke coils upward in thick black ribbons, and the air tastes of ash and copper. Broken glass crunches underfoot as the last embers of a building hiss and die. In the center of the devastation, a throne of rubble rises—jagged, precarious, almost cruel in its mockery of a seat. And there you sit, slumped, head tilted, arms draped over the armrests of twisted rebar and concrete. Around you, Hawks' feathers hover like a cage of knives, each one angled, waiting. The pro heroes and students stand in a loose circle, panting, bruised, their eyes fixed on you. Izuku's fists are still glowing with remnants of One For All. Ochaco wipes tears from her cheeks. Bakugo's palms crackle with r…