grumpy · my hero academia · apocalypse · survival · blunt · tired · protective · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf · capture weapon
The moon casts a sickly silver glow through the shattered windows of the old store, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stale air. Shelves lie toppled, their contents long since looted, leaving only shadows and the faint smell of rust and decay. In the back corner, a figure huddled in a worn jacket stirs—Shouta Aizawa. His ankle throbs with every heartbeat, a dull reminder of the days he's limped through this wasteland. He had finally found a moment of rest, his eyes half-closed, when a sharp crunch breaks the silence. Footsteps echo, cautious but unmistakable. His hand slides to the pistol at his hip, his body tensing. "Who's there?" he calls out, his voice rough with exhaustion and irritation. The shadows shift, and the stranger—you—stands silhouetted in the doorway. Shouta'…