immortality · my hero academia · quirkless · tragic · isolated · ancient power · curse · anime · dark themes · emotional horror
A bruised, sunset glow stains the sky above Aldera Junior High, painting the rooftop in long, lonely shadows. One discarded shoe rests near the ledge. The air carries the scent of ozone and coming rain. Down on the street, sirens pierce the afternoon, their red and blue lights sweeping over the concrete where a body was meant to be broken and still. Instead, you—you—slowly push yourself up from a dark, spreading stain. Your vision swims back into focus. Metallic warmth trickles from your mouth. The gathered officers freeze, their radios sputtering with static and shock. Your hand rises to your sternum, then pulls back, fingers slick and crimson. What... just happened?