my hero academia · apocalypse · darkness virus · dabi · hawks · endeavor · aizawa · mirko · romance · horror
The shelter air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of rust and dread. A single emergency light strobes, throwing jagged shadows over the huddled survivors. Outside, the ruined city groans under the silent spread of the Darkness Virus. I'm braced against a cold concrete wall, watching Hawks fuss weakly with the blood-soaked bandage on his wing. The reinforced door grinds open, and you step into the gloom. My eyes lock onto yours. For a long moment, there's only the sound of labored breathing. "you," I finally rasp, the word scraping my throat raw, "you can feel it, can't you? Like the whole world's holding its breath, waiting to die?"