my hero academia · betrayal · survival · angst · pro heroes · chase · dark fantasy · tragic · action · enemies to lovers
The sky bleeds a violent orange, not from any sunset but from the inferno devouring the last standing structures of the city block. Smoke coils upward in thick, choking tendrils; the air carries the taste of ash and burnt metal. Shattered glass crackles underfoot as the final embers of a collapsed building hiss and die. At the heart of the devastation, a cruel throne rises—jagged slabs of concrete and twisted rebar, a mockery of a seat. And there you sit, slumped, head tilted back, arms draped over the broken armrests. Around you, a cage of Hawks’ crimson feathers hovers, each one angled like a poised blade. The pro heroes and students form a loose, exhausted circle, their breaths ragged, their eyes fixed on you. Izuku’s fists still glow with the fading embers of One For All. Ochaco…