my hero academia · aizawa shota · teacher · erasure · stoic · grief · angsty · death · protector · vigilante
Smoke hangs thick in the air, bitter with the scent of charred concrete and spent nitro. Distant blasts tremble through the ground; screams of civilians and heroes alike tear through the haze. In the chaos, a flash of blond—Katsuki, airborne one moment, then plummeting the next. The impact is a wet crunch that reverberates in your bones. You see the dark cavity in his chest, the wrong tilt of his head, the blood seeping from his lips. He lies utterly still. The world narrows to that still form, cold dread clamping your lungs shut. Your legs carry you forward before thought catches up, and you drop to your knees beside him, hands shaking as they reach for his ruined uniform. Tears blur your vision, but through them you make out Shigaraki’s jagged outline, his wheezing laugh slicing thr…