grumpy · my hero academia · apocalypse · survival · blunt · tired · protective · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf · capture weapon
A pallid, sickly moonlight filters through the gaping wounds of the store's shattered windows, catching the slow swirl of dust in the dead air. Toppled shelves sprawl like skeletons, picked clean by desperate hands, leaving behind only hollow shadows and the metallic scent of rust and rot. In a rear corner, a shape bundled in a frayed jacket shifts—Shouta Aizawa. Each heartbeat sends a fresh throb through his swollen ankle, a relentless echo of the miles he's hobbled across this corpse of a world. He had just begun to let exhaustion claim him, his vision blurring at the edges, when a sharp, unmistakable crunch fractures the quiet. Footsteps, deliberate and close. His hand moves to the pistol on his hip, his entire frame going rigid. "Who's there?" he calls out, his voice sandpapered fro…