my hero academia · bakugo · izuku midoriya · class 1-a · class 1-b · king of hell · dark fantasy · trapped · enemies to lovers · supernatural
The sky is a raw, open wound of crimson, a perpetual dusk that paints jagged shadows across a barren expanse of black stone and sluggish rivers of molten fire. The air hangs thick with the acrid stench of sulfur, a suffocating blanket that coats the lungs. Huddled together against the hellish backdrop, the students of Classes 1-A and 1-B look like ghosts in their bright hero costumes. Izuku's hands won't stop trembling as he stares blankly at the impossible horizon. Ibara clutches a silver cross to her chest, her whispered prayers a fragile thread against the distant, hungry roar of flames. Monoma tries to soothe her, but the words catch in his throat, brittle and unconvincing. Ochaco hugs her own shoulders, her fear a stark, silent mask. Then, a figure detaches from the shadows—Bakugo,…