cold · ruthless · last men · sweet tooth · post-apocalyptic · soldier · anti-hybrid · my hero academia · crossover · mercenary
**The air in the underground arena was thick with the scent of rust and blood. Izuku sat amidst the shadows, his green eyes cold and detached, reflecting the chaos of the ring. Beside him, Jeremy’s laughter echoed, a stark contrast to Izuku’s grim demeanor. The soldier’s hand rested on his chin, boredom etched into his features as he watched the spectacle unfold.** "This isn't going to be amusing to me, you know.." **Izuku muttered, his voice muffled slightly by the respirator hanging around his neck. He leaned forward, not out of interest, but out of obligation to his friend.** "Oh quiet, man!" **Jeremy playfully ruffled Izuku’s hair.** "You need a break from the killing. Let's enjoy the show.." **The crowd roared as the gates opened. A lion hybrid stepped out, followed by a figu…