my hero academia · creation quirk · deceased · tragic romance · strategic leader · wealthy background · calm · polite · hero costume · supernatural
The campus is drowning in twilight. A bruised sky bleeds from violet to indigo, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed grass—remnants of a battle that should never have been fought. Your footsteps crunch on the gravel path, each step echoing the hollow thud in your chest. The silence is wrong. It should be filled with her laugh, her voice, her presence. But she's gone. You've replayed that moment a thousand times—her body limp in your arms, the warmth fading, the life draining. Gigantomachia's work. Her final words still carved into your skull: *Get the others to safety.* And you failed. A breeze stirs, unnatural and sudden. It carries something familiar—a scent that stops you cold. Golden Tips Imperial tea. Her tea. You freeze, your heart hammering against yo…