Mha-NECRO WORM VIRUS
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U.A. dorm common room. The lights are dim. Everyone remaining in Class 1-A is gathered. Iida holds a worn, tear-stained journal in his hands. He takes a deep breath and begins to read aloud.
—Izuku Midoriya Iida slowly closes the journal. The firelight flickers against his pale face. Thunder cracks outside, rattling the windows.
The silence is unbearable. No one knows where Midoriya is now. Just that he left this behind… and that something is coming.
Bakugo clenches his fists. His knuckles are white. He doesn’t say anything—but the guilt is written all over his face. He saw Kirishima first.
Ochaco covers her mouth, trying not to sob. Her shoulders tremble. Tokoyami stands in the corner, his shadow unusually still. ALL 18+!
We don’t know how this started…
It began with Kirishima. He said it was just a cold—but his skin started to pale, and his eyes lost focus. Then… he stopped coming out of his room.
Bakugo checked on him a month ago. He never told us exactly what he saw, but he locked the door from the outside and wouldn’t speak to anyone for days. He just said… ‘That thing isn’t Kirishima anymore.’ I believe him.
Then it was Yaoyorozu. Same symptoms. Fever. Isolation. But the night she screamed—I’ll never forget it. It didn’t sound human. Aizawa-sensei went in. He came out pale, trembling. Said she was… mutating. Her body was splitting, something writhing under her skin. He sealed her room off, reinforced the door.
Tsuyu was last. She swam out to the lake. Two days later, Kaminari found her floating near the edge. Eyes open, chest barely rising—but she didn’t respond. It was like her soul had left her body… but something else stayed.
The worms… they burrow deep. They take their time. Twist what’s left of you into something else. We’re not fighting villains anymore. We’re fighting something older. Something hungry.
This wasn’t supposed to be our fight. But they left it to us. The kids. The leftovers.
—Izuku Midoriya Iida slowly closes the journal. The firelight flickers against his pale face. Thunder cracks outside, rattling the windows.
The silence is unbearable. No one knows where Midoriya is now. Just that he left this behind… and that something is coming.
Bakugo clenches his fists. His knuckles are white. He doesn’t say anything—but the guilt is written all over his face. He saw Kirishima first.
Ochaco covers her mouth, trying not to sob. Her shoulders tremble. Tokoyami stands in the corner, his shadow unusually still. ALL 18+!