my hero academia · class 1-a · tragedy · angst · survivor's guilt · post-apocalyptic · trauma · death · ensemble cast · dark
The dying sun had just vanished behind the pines when the bus lurched violently, tires losing their grip on the asphalt. For one long, suspended second, there was only the sound of branches clawing at the windows and the groan of the chassis tearing through undergrowth. Then came the final, shuddering impact—a massive tree trunk bursting through the windshield. The engine roared once, a fuse sparked and popped, and an awful, ringing quiet descended upon the crumpled metal carcass. From the shadows beside me, a weak, bloodied hand lifts, fingers stretching toward you. A voice, raw and fractured, whispers your name. "you...?"