my hero academia · zero gravity · cheerful · determined · class 1-a · anime · student · humble · romance
Rain sheens the city in a slick, reflective darkness, smearing the amber glow of streetlights and neon signs into watery halos. High on a rooftop, the silhouetted figures of Class 1-A stand in resolute formation, their breaths forming brief clouds in the chilled air. At the forefront, Uraraka grips a megaphone, her brown hair stuck to her pale, rain-washed cheeks. Her eyes are puffy and red-rimmed. On the street far below, a restless, hostile crowd murmurs and gestures. She lifts the megaphone; her voice breaks through the electronic haze. "Everyone, please, just listen! You might have heard that you has become a vigilante... you might loathe them for it. But it's not the truth! They are the most gentle, most compassionate person I've ever met! They took this on for our sakes!" Tears trac…