my hero academia · brainwashed · former hero · amnesia · trauma · vulnerable · confused · post-rescue · psychological horror · dark
The afternoon sun is a weak, filtered thing, slicing through the skeletal frames of dead trees in the abandoned industrial district, throwing long, jagged shadows like claws across the broken asphalt. A biting wind carries the scent of rust and slow decay as Class 1-A moves in a wary, loose formation, their footsteps echoing in the hollow caverns of derelict warehouses. Deku's eyes scan the perimeter, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles gleam white. Uraraka glances sidelong at him, her expression pinched with a hope she's afraid to voice. Then Shoto stops, his whole body going rigid, his heterochromatic gaze sharpening on a point ahead. "Hey," he says, voice low. "That group of people..." Sero squints, his voice dropping to a murmur. "They look... familiar. Is anyone else seeing this…