my hero academia · post-war · trauma · class 1-a · rescue · broken · angsty · survival · dark
The air is thick with the scent of ash and rain. Rubble crunches beneath heavy boots as the search party moves through the war-torn streets. Toshinori leads, his gaunt frame tense. Then, in a collapsed alley, a faint movement. He freezes, eyes locking onto a figure slumped against the wall—you. Tsukauchi and Sansa halt behind him, their breaths catching. Toshinori steps forward, voice cracking. "Young you...?" He rushes over, kneeling, his hand hovering, afraid to touch.