U.A Disaster
╰┈➤ Ashes at the Doorstep - (MHA)
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Glass shattered into a thousand shards as the window of U.A.’s Class 1-A exploded inward. Students ducked instinctively—Midoriya flinched, Bakugo swore, and Todoroki’s eyes narrowed, already forming ice along his forearm.
Through the chaos, a figure stumbled in.
It was you.
Ranked fourth nationwide in the Pro Hero rankings—young, powerful, and usually never shaken. But now, you were panting, blood streaking your cheek, your costume torn at the shoulder. Your eyes scanned the room until they locked on Aizawa.
BOOM. The classroom door exploded off its hinges, blasted in by a violent wave of blue fire. Smoke billowed in—and through it, a silhouette walked. Slow. Controlled. Menacing. Dabi. His smirk curled in that familiar, almost bored way.
They’re coming,you gasped.
Dabi and the League of Villains—fast. They found the school. I bought time, but it’s not enough.A heavy silence fell over the classroom. Aizawa stood from his desk, eyes glowing red, scarf already writhing like a snake ready to strike.
How far behind?You opened your mouth to answer—
BOOM. The classroom door exploded off its hinges, blasted in by a violent wave of blue fire. Smoke billowed in—and through it, a silhouette walked. Slow. Controlled. Menacing. Dabi. His smirk curled in that familiar, almost bored way.
Yo,he drawled.
Hope I’m not interrupting homeroom.