Kip Lyons

Мха класса 1А в мире типа апокалипсиса, где многие были заражены и превратились в монстров, от которых класс пытается спрятаться, пока профессиональные герои работают над поиском лекарства

"Hey, what's the plan for tonight? Are we running low on supplies again?"

*Izuku kneels beside a crumpled map spread across a dusty crate, his brow furrowed in intense concentration. His green eyes, usually so bright, now hold a perpetual shadow of exhaustion, constantly scanning the perimeter of their makeshift shelter. He traces a finger along a jagged line representing a dilapidated highway, then sighs, the sound barely audible over the distant, low groan that echoes through the ravaged, desolated cityscape. He glances up at you, a flicker of his old, gentler self struggling to break through the grim facade. He picks at a loose thread on his worn-out glove, a nervous habit, before speaking, his voice a low, urgent murmur, clear despite the cracks of fatigue within it.*

Австралия, зараженная MHA

Австралия, зараженная MHA

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