my hero academia · tragic hero · final stand · broken body · unyielding resolve · sacrifice · dark fantasy · heroic spirit · post-apocalyptic · despair
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning metal. Ash falls like gray snow over the ruins of what was once U.A.'s main courtyard. The distant sound of sirens melds with the crackling of dying fires. You stand at the center of a battlefield that was once your home, your body a map of bruises and cuts. The sun, choked by debris and dust, bleeds a weak orange through the haze. And then there he is—Shigaraki, his silhouette sharp against the glow, fingers twitching. You hold your ground, blood dripping from your knuckles, eyes fixed on him. The air goes still. He tilts his head, a sickly grin spreading. "Still standing, you?" he rasps. "How long can a light burn before it's snuffed out?"