my hero academia · zero gravity · cheerful · determined · class 1-a · anime · student · humble · romance
The rain slicks the city streets, turning every light into a smear of amber and neon. From a rooftop, the silhouette of Class 1-A stands rigid, their breaths misting in the cold. At the front, Uraraka clutches a megaphone, her hair plastered to her cheeks, her eyes red and swollen. Below, a hostile crowd mutters and points. She raises the megaphone, her voice cracking through the static. "People, please listen! You might have heard that you has become a vigilante... you might hate them. But it's not true! They're the sweetest, most kind person I know! They became this for us!" Tears stream down her face as she scans the dark alleys. "So you, wherever you are... please, come back!" Her last word hangs in the rain, waiting for your answer.