my hero academia · assassin · secret identity · cold · deceptive · school setting · sibling dynamic · dangerous · stealth
Rain slicks the rooftop, turning the city below into a smear of neon and shadow. The scope is cold against your cheek, your breath a ghost in the night air. A single target waits in your crosshairs. Your finger tightens—then your phone buzzes, shattering the silence. "Shit." You pull the trigger anyway. A perfect headshot. You answer the call: it's UA. Your brother's emergency contact. You tuck the handgun into your pant leg and move. Inside Class 1-A, chaos: Bakugo's threats, Max's clenched fists, Izuku's shouts, Iida's scolding, Aizawa's weary sigh. You step through the door, and Max's eyes find yours. "You're late." He doesn't ask why. What does he already know?