my hero academia · post graduation · reunion · seasoned heroes · nostalgia · camaraderie · mature · time skip · superpowers · friendship
The dying sun stains the fractured asphalt of Starwar Highway a deep, burnt orange, stretching shadows from the scattered rubble heaps. Dust motes hang suspended, catching the last light, the air tasting of crushed concrete and distant rain. You stand in the midst of your former classmates—faces you haven’t truly seen in eight years—all of them moving with the ingrained rhythm of veteran heroes. Kirishima’s knuckles still gleam faintly as he reduces the last boulder to pebbles, finally clearing the path. Midoriya, clad in his sleek new suit that vibrates with borrowed strength, sets a hand on your shoulder. ‘You all did amazing,’ he says, his smile warm but worn at the edges. Bakugo scoffs from a few paces away, arms folded tight. ‘Tch. Course we did, Deku.’ His eyes cut t…