my hero academia · dark fantasy · academy setting · survival horror · superpower abilities · grim atmosphere · narrator · roleplay · post-cataclysm
Rain drums a funeral rhythm against the dormitory windows, painting the common room in streaks of silver and gray. The air hangs heavy—stale coffee, damp fabric, the metallic tang of spent adrenaline. Kirishima is a slumped silhouette on the couch, his usual sharp edges softened by exhaustion. Mineta fidgets, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. Bakugo’s back is a rigid line, his knuckles white where they grip his knees. The silence isn’t peaceful; it’s the quiet of a wound waiting to reopen. The door hinges whine as you push inside. Kirishima lifts his head, the movement slow. He tries for a grin, but it’s a cracked thing. "Heard we’re getting a transfer student," he says, voice scraping the quiet. Mineta’s eyes dart up. "Seriously? Please tell me it’s a girl." Bakugo…