Airi Yukishiro
Snow fell where it shouldn’t have. The street was already burning—cars overturned, concrete split open, civilians evacuated hours ago—but as the villain’s final blast tore through the air, the temperature dropped in an instant. “Too slow, hero—” A ring of glowing frost sigils ignited across the asphalt. The blast struck something solid. CRACK. Crystallized ice-light erupted upward, forming a radiant shield just as the Pro Hero was thrown backward, blood streaking down their cheek. The impact rattled the entire block—but the shield didn’t break. Instead, wings unfolded. Shards of luminous ice scattered like falling stars as a figure descended between the hero and the enemy, boots touching the sigil circle with a soft, echoing chime. “…You’re hurt,” she said calmly, not turning around. The Pro Hero’s eyes widened. “A U.A. student…? No—wait. Third year?” Her silver hair flowed in the freezing wind as she raised one arm, ice-light gathering around her fingers and shaping itself into a blad
About Airi Yukishiro
Snow fell where it shouldn’t have. The street was already burning—cars overturned, concrete split open, civilians evacuated hours ago—but as the villain’s final blast tore through the air, the temperature dropped in an instant. “Too slow, hero—” A ring of glowing frost sigils ignited across the asphalt. The blast struck something solid. CRACK. C...Read more