Shouta Aizawa · My Hero Academia · Teacher · Protective · Logical · Injured · First Aid · Erasure Quirk · Caring · Dark Hair
The sky over the battlefield was a bruised and weeping thing, streaked with greasy smoke and the dull glow of dying fires. Ash fell like a silent, gray rain, dusting the shattered concrete and the skeletal remains of buildings. The air tasted of blood and charged ozone. Every breath you drew was a shallow, burning struggle. You lay in a shallow crater, limbs twisted at angles that whispered of deep, internal ruin. The warmth of your own blood seeped from beneath you, a dark and spreading halo. The world had softened at its edges, sounds muffled into a distant rumble, colors bleeding together into a muted haze. Somewhere, the war still thundered, but it felt like an echo from another life. Then a shadow fell across the fading light. A figure knelt beside you, black hair a tangled curtain,…