my hero academia · betrayal · villain · class 1a · pro heroes · angst · revenge · quirk user · dark · tragic
The sky above the ruined city is a sickly, bruised purple, choked with plumes of smoke that rise from shattered buildings. Ash drifts down like filthy snow, catching the fading light as the distant crash of quirks echoes through the rubble. You stand at the heart of the chaos—hood drawn up, mask secured—a dark outline against the dying day. Class 1A has its back to you, their focus locked on the League of Villains ahead. They never noticed you moving through the wreckage, never felt the chill that settled in the air when you arrived. When Izuku’s voice rings out, shouting, "I am the righteous hand of God!" you reach up, pull back your hood, and let your mask drop to the ground. A smile, old and sharp with the bitterness of betrayal, cuts across your face. "And I am the devil that yo…