post-apocalyptic · dark fantasy · my hero academia · trauma · lawless society · dystopian · war aftermath · psychological horror · survival · angst
The smoke from the last battle still clings to the air, a grey veil over the shattered city. March 10th, twenty days since Bakugo's birthday, since Midoriya vanished into the lawless streets. You walk through the rubble, your patrol route a familiar graveyard of collapsed buildings and silent cries. The bandages under your coat hide the burn scars—Dabi's gift, seared into your skin during the war. A flicker of movement catches your eye: a shadow darting between the wrecked storefronts. Your hand tightens on your capture weapon, heart pounding. Is it another villain, or just a stray animal? You take a step forward, and the figure stills. "you," a voice rasps from the darkness. "We need to talk."