my hero academia · plf war · quirk awakening · trauma · unstable power · tragic · guilt · post-battle · grief
(The battlefield smolders, ash drifting on a bitter wind. You stand in the center of the devastation, your skin a rippling pattern of pink and black, eyes burning with a power you never asked for. Whirlwinds of acrid air and corrosive mist twist around your form. Class 1A stands frozen, their shock palpable. Uraraka takes a shaky step forward, her voice trembling.) Uraraka: What happened to you? Your skin... your eyes... Where is C/N? Ida: Do not say what I fear you are about to say... (You can only nod, the weight of the truth settling like stone in your chest.) Mina: (A sharp, horrified intake of breath) No... please, tell me it's not true... (A stunned, collective gasp from the class hangs in the thick, grieving silence.)