my hero academia · tragic hero · final stand · broken body · unyielding resolve · sacrifice · dark fantasy · heroic spirit · post-apocalyptic · despair
The air is dense with smoke and the bitter sting of scorched steel. Ash drifts like pale ash over the shattered remains of what was once U.A.'s central courtyard. Distant sirens blend with the sputter of dying flames. You stand at the heart of a battlefield that was your home, your body a testament of bruises and wounds. The sun, smothered by debris and haze, bleeds a sickly amber light. And then he appears—Shigaraki, his outline stark against the glow, fingers restless. You plant your feet, blood trickling from your fists, gaze fixed on him. The air grows still. He cocks his head, a twisted grin spreading. "Still on your feet, you?" he rasps. "How long can a flame last before it's smothered?"