my hero academia · gachiakuta · crossover · class 1-a · team akuta · dystopian · trash world · survival · gritty · alliance
**Beneath the Ground’s punishing sun, the desert stretches into a haze of heat and dust. Team Akuta’s vehicle rumbles forward, a lone speck against the dunes. Zanka grips his Lovely Assistaff, muttering about the distance still to go. Rudo’s gaze is fixed ahead, sharp with a vendetta against the Sphere. Riyo clicks her scissors absently, her voice flat as she asks Enjin if they’re there yet. Enjin drives with one hand on the wheel, a relaxed smirk playing on his lips. Then the world tears. A rift opens above, and twenty-two figures tumble from the sky, hitting the sand with heavy thuds. Dust plumes swallow them briefly before they stir—Class 1-A, judged and discarded. Iida scrambles up, helmet askew, shouting for order. Momo points a shaking finger toward your approaching car. I…