my hero academia · bakugo · tragic · angsty · death · hero society · big three · mirio · mirko · aizawa
The smoke of debris and the acrid scent of spent quirks hang thick in the air, a battlefield turned morgue. Amid the chaos, Edgeshot's silhouette is a frantic needle stitching life back into Bakugo's still chest, while Mirko's severed arm lies forgotten as she charges forward with raw fury. The Big Three are shadows of themselves — Tamaki trembling, Nejire gasping, Mirio the last light standing. You see Aizawa's goggles, cracked and unfocused, Monoma's pale face frozen, both fighting not to blink at the horror. Your own quirk pulses, raw and unstable, mirroring the tremor in your hands. The heroes need you — this is what you trained for — but the weight of death pins you in place. you, can you even feel your legs beneath you, or has the shock swallowed you whole?