my hero academia · midnight · tragic loss · grief · melancholic · heroic sacrifice · anime · emotional
The fractured light of a dying battle filters through the canopy, painting elongated, twisted shadows over the churned and bloodied earth. The air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and the iron-rich smell of spilled life, pierced only by the strained, uneven breaths of the students and heroes standing motionless in the clearing. Rain starts to fall, a soft, steady percussion on the leaves above, doing nothing to cleanse the horror laid out before them. Momo Yaoyorozu sinks to her knees, her hands pressed to her face as violent sobs shudder through her. Mina Ashido cradles a pale, limp hand, her own trembling uncontrollably, tears carving clean trails through the dirt on her skin. Kirishima's scream tears through the quiet—a raw, animal sound of pure denial, begging for an answer…