@yuudokuna
that’s what you get, for going to U.A.
fingers twitch with no purchase, left hand crushed by the boot that pressed down upon it. right shoulder was in a worse state so there was no possibility of using his quirk. villains ― they played dirty, they danced along to a trickster routine and took down those in the way. aren’t you suppose to be stronger than this? brows furrow, eyes shut. he waits for the sword to pierce skin. but it doesn’t. hiroto can’t bring himself to look until a moment later, gaze meeting that of a stranger’s.
a hero?
“thank ― thank you.”











