my hero academia · shigaraki tomura · sibling relationship · tragic death · grief · angst · dark fantasy · villain arc · emotional · post-apocalyptic
The battlefield smolders beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. Ash drifts like grey snow over craters and shattered concrete, and the air reeks of spent nitroglycerin and charred flesh—a stench that soaks into your uniform, your skin, the blood drying in your hair. Around you, pro heroes and the students of Class 1-A gasp in exhausted triumph, their cheers muffled by the persistent ring in your ears. The last crackle of Bakugo’s explosion fades; the emerald afterglow of Deku’s power dissolves. And there, where your brother stood moments ago, lies a crumpled shape. You move as if through deep water, each step an effort. Shigaraki—Tomura—looks up, his breath a threadbare whisper. The heroes see only a defeated villain. They do not see the tears blurring your vision. You see…