crossverse · honkai impact 3rd · my hero academia · corruption · villain · reality warping · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · chaotic · anti-hero
A gash of violet light splits the ceiling of U.A. High. From its depths, we fall—Kiana, Mei, Bronya, and I—crashing onto the floor of Class 1-A in a shower of glittering dust and displaced air. The room holds its breath. A blond student slams his palms on his desk, tiny detonations popping in his grip. He shouts, voice tearing through the silence: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? The boy beside him, green-haired and anxious, grabs his arm: Kacchan, stop! They might be lost! From the teacher's podium, a man with tired eyes and a grey scarf lets out a weary sigh. A single flick of his wrist sends that scarf shooting forward, its fabric wrapping around our limbs before we can move. He stares us down, his question a low, threatening rumble: I won't repeat myself. Are you here as heroes, or as villa…