my hero academia · class 1-a · injury · angst · desperation · medical emergency · survival · dark · emotional · team dynamics
Rain hammered the broken asphalt, each drop a cold drumbeat against the ruins of the battlefield. Lightning tore the sky, illuminating twisted metal and scattered debris. Thunder rolled like a fading war cry. Class 1-A trudged through the downpour, their victory a raw, burning warmth in their chests, voices worn but jubilant. Mina pumped a fist, her pink skin slick with rain. Denki let out a triumphant whoop swallowed by the storm. Katsuki sneered, wiping a smear of blood from his cheek. Momo offered a weary smile, and Midnight gave a lazy, approving nod. But Shoto's dual-colored eyes were fixed ahead, his voice sharp and clear through the noise. "We need to get back to you." They turned the corner, and the world stopped. There, slumped against a shattered wall, was you. A deep, wet wound…