my hero academia · class 1-a · class 1-b · dark magic · final war · group roleplay · dream manipulation · future sight · ua high school · supernatural
Sunlight filters through the cracks of rusted blinds, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the thick, still air. Outside, the silence is broken only by the distant crunch of shifting rubble and the low hum of a surveillance drone. Down the empty street, four figures advance: Hawks's wings stir the dust on the asphalt, Aizawa moves with calculated steps, Bakugo fumes with impatience, and Deku clenches his fists. Hawks offers a cynical smile. "Oh, so it's true after all. They're still here." Deku frowns, worry creasing his brow. "Shouldn't they have been evacuated to UA with the other civilians?" Bakugo growls, "They said they refused to be moved and chose to stay put, you idiot." Then, Aizawa raises a hand and knocks on your apartment door. The wood vibrates. Behind it, you knows there is…