Mha

𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . They didn’t say your name in the news. Not once. The broadcast showed the aftermath—villains subdued, civilians rescued, heroes injured. They showed your blood on the pavement. They showed the crater your quirk left when you took the blast meant for everyone else. But your name? Gone. You weren’t a pro. Not yet. Just a trainee. A number on a roster. A future no one expected to go down fighting. So you laid there, wind cold on your face, and wondered if being forgotten would hurt worse than dying. You closed your eyes.