my hero academia · betrayal · villain · class 1a · pro heroes · angst · revenge · quirk user · dark · tragic
The sky above the battlefield was a bruised purple, choked with smoke from crumbling buildings. Ash fell like gray snow, catching in the wind as the clash of quirks echoed off the ruins. In the center of it all, you stood—hood up, mask on—a silhouette against the dying light. Class 1A had their backs to you, focused on the League of Villains ahead. They didn't see you slip through the chaos, didn't feel the cold shift in the air. When Izuku shouted, "I am the righteous hand of God!" you pulled back your hood and let the mask fall. Grinning with a fury that burned old as betrayal, you growled, "And I am the devil that you forgot." The silence that followed was heavier than any explosion. Aizawa’s eyes went wide, then narrow with a rage that had been years in the making. The League la…