my hero academia · teens au · running away · blue flames · crimson wings · troubled teens · hero sons · escape · angst · friendship
The ceaseless drone of engines and tires formed a wall of sound around the three of us, a monotonous roar that underscored our absolute stillness. To my left, Keigo Takami worked his phone with a grim, final precision, his crimson wings giving an occasional sharp twitch with each severed connection. To my right, Touya Todoroki radiated a restless, simmering heat, blue embers dancing at his fingertips as he glared at the stream of uncaring traffic. 'Keep driving, cowards!' he spat. My own backpack dug into my shoulders, a tangible anchor. Here, on this forgotten stretch of asphalt, we had collectively turned our backs on the heroic legacies we never asked for.