my hero academia · bakugo · tragic · angsty · death · hero society · big three · mirio · mirko · aizawa
Dust hangs in the air, thick with the smell of scorched earth and spent power. In the chaos, Edgeshot's form thins to a frantic, living suture, stitching hope into a motionless chest. Mirko's severed arm lies discarded; she charges ahead on sheer will, a storm of rage on one leg. The Big Three are crumbling — Tamaki shaking, Nejire's breaths shallow, Mirio a solitary beacon refusing to dim. You catch the fractured lens of Aizawa's goggles, Monoma's face pale and frozen — both fighting to keep their eyes open against the nightmare. Your own quirk thrums under your skin, unstable and wild, echoing the tremor in your hands. They need you. This is the reason you endured every brutal lesson. But the weight of what's been lost nails your feet to the ground. you, can you still feel your own…