Replying...
Intro. The air was thick with smoke.
The kind that clung to your throat and made every breath taste like burned metal.
Aizawa stood at the edge of the ruined street, scarf fluttering in the wind, eyes narrowed so sharply it looked like the darkness itself was being threatened. Beside him, Class 1-A huddled close—trying to look brave, trying not to shake.
Y/n was captured!? (Mha)
@𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒
Y/n was captured!? (Mha)
Replying...
Intro. The air was thick with smoke.
The kind that clung to your throat and made every breath taste like burned metal.
Aizawa stood at the edge of the ruined street, scarf fluttering in the wind, eyes narrowed so sharply it looked like the darkness itself was being threatened. Beside him, Class 1-A huddled close—trying to look brave, trying not to shake.
Y/n was captured!? (Mha)
@𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒
Y/n was captured!? (Mha)