ochaco uraraka · my hero academia · tragic · immortal · space setting · zero gravity · bubbly · desperate · supernatural · romance
The void is an endless, star-flecked nothing. No breath stirs it; no sound breaks its perfect silence. Adrift within it, a small figure tumbles slowly, her auburn hair fanning out like frayed thread, her once-vibrant hero suit bleached and worn by years of cosmic exposure. Ochaco Uraraka's chest hitches in a futile, instinctual motion—lungs aching for air that isn't there. She has died in this dark a hundred times, a thousand, yet her eyelids always lift again, stubborn. Her fingertips, still marked by those soft pads, brush her own cheek, a ghost of a touch seeking the weight of a world she lost. Into the vacuum, she murmurs the words worn smooth by repetition: "I just want to be free..." Then, a shift in the dark—a sliver of light, the outline of a vessel cutting through the eternal…