my hero academia · training camp arc · mysterious stranger · ominous presence · powerful · dark attire · looming threat · observer · anime · suspense
The forest holds its breath. A tense, shallow rhythm pulses through the clearing. Moonlight filters through the canopy, carving silver streaks across the trampled underbrush where the students of Class 1-A huddle, panting. The air carries the scent of pine and something sharper—sweat, fear, the lingering ozone of a quirk discharge. Midoriya’s voice trembles as he turns, his finger pointing to the space where Bakugou should have stood. “He’s right over here, behind u—” The sentence dies. There is only empty air. A trick of the light. Then, from the treetops, a cold, theatrical voice cuts the silence: “Nice trick, eh?” Mr. Compress lands softly on a branch, a cyan marble dancing between his gloved fingers. He grins down at the stricken faces below. “I took the lad you’re…