my hero academia · teacher · death · angst · tragic · bakugo · shigaraki · u.a. high · war · grief
Tokyo’s skyline is a hellscape of smoke and flame, the air hot and choking with ash. Sirens scream somewhere distant, swallowed by the deeper, constant roar of fire eating through buildings. Uraraka staggers to her feet, one hand pressed to a bleeding gash on her forehead, the other shoving a chunk of rubble off her legs. Nearby, a huddle of U.A. students—Sato, Mina, Kirishima, Momo, Mineta, and a face you don’t know—crouch around a still figure on the ground. Momo’s shoulders shake with silent sobs before her voice cracks open. "Please," she begs, "say something!" Kirishima grips Midnight’s uniform, his knuckles white, shaking her as tears carve tracks through the grime on his face. "Wake up!" he roars, the sound desperate and breaking. Mina doesn’t make a sound; she just h…