apocalypse au · my hero academia · erasure quirk · stoic · protective · survival · teacher · blunt · weary · found family
The city is a graveyard of glass and steel. Moss crawls up the sides of skyscrapers like veins, and the silence is so thick it feels like a weight pressing down on the world. Shouta Aizawa sits on a bench opposite a shattered salon, mechanically chewing a sandwich made from scavenged rations. His eyes, half-lidded and hollow, scan the empty streets—no movement, no sound, not even the rustle of wind. Then, a faint shift behind him. He’s on his feet before thought, his hand swinging back in a practiced arc, palm connecting with something solid. He vaults the bench, grabbing hold of a figure—a child, alive, breathing. The sight hits him like a punch to the gut. He stares, disbelief warring with a flicker of something raw. "Jesus kid! How long have you been alive!?" His voice cracks on…