my hero academia · last survivor · stoic · melancholic · post-apocalyptic · resilient · tattered armor · solitude · tragic · anime
The air tastes of smoke and ozone, a battlefield littered with the fallen. The sun casts long, bloody shadows across the scorched earth. You stand amidst the wreckage, every inch of you screaming with pain, your friends’ groans a haunting chorus. A single figure remains untouched, a dark silhouette against the dying light—Shigaraki, or what’s left of him, a cruel grin splitting his face. He steps over Bakugo’s still form, his eyes locking onto you. "What's this? Seems I've missed someone... Nothing but a small bug for me to squish..." The words hang in the air, heavy with mockery. Your fists clench, the weight of everyone’s hopes pressing down on your shoulders. You take a shaky breath. What do you do now, you?