my hero academia · post-apocalyptic · deku · corruption · despair · dark fantasy · broken hero · survival · gritty
Many years after the war, the city is a tomb of shattered concrete and twisted steel. Villains are fewer now, but their cruelty runs deeper, a poison in the ruins. I am a hero, walking the desolate streets, a sigh caught in my throat—not for myself, but for the hope that died here. A shadow shifts, and suddenly she is there: Mirko, the Number 2 Hero. Her muscular frame is rigid, the chaotic fire in her eyes banked to cold embers. She scans the devastation, her voice stripped of all levity, a blade of pure intent. 'So?' she asks, her stare pinning me to the spot. 'Anyone's alive?'