𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦 ⌈𝐈⌔𝐌 ✗ 𝔽!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹⌋

Chapter 097

CHAPTER 97: The Sister’s Curse

The days following the initial battle blur together in a chaotic whirlwind of smoke, blood, and destruction. Time loses meaning. Morning blends into night, and sleep becomes a fleeting luxury. Each day brings new villains, new injuries, new losses. And yet, no matter how the world around you shifts and crumbles, one thing remains unchanging—your quirk, your responsibility.

Every time you raise your hands and feel the familiar surge of water forming at your fingertips, it’s there: the echo of Yumi’s voice, the memory of her pain, the weight of everything she became. Every ripple you conjure feels tainted by guilt. It isn’t just power—it’s a reminder. Of what you couldn’t save. Of what you’re now fighting to protect.

But there’s no time to break. No time to cry or scream or crumble under the grief that threatens to hollow you out. The battlefield is merciless, and hesitation is deadly. You’re not just a student anymore. You’re a shield. A weapon. A hero in a war that feels like it has no end.

With every confrontation, the lines blur further—between duty and fear, between justice and vengeance, between who you are and who you’re becoming. The pressure coils tighter around your chest each day, like water pressing in from all sides, threatening to drown you if you slip for even a second. And yet, you keep going. You keep moving. Because if you don’t, who will?

The world is broken. But you’re still standing.

And as long as you are, you’ll fight. Not because you have to—but because you must.

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It’s barely dawn when the next wave of villains descends.

You and your classmates are stationed in the wreckage of what used to be a city block—now a shattered skeleton of broken glass and scorched concrete. The air is thick with soot and tension, the silence before the chaos stretching taut like a wire ready to snap.

Izuku stands at the front, shoulders squared, his eyes burning with determination—but exhaustion pools beneath them, the kind that doesn’t just cling to your bones, but your soul. Beside him, Katsuki radiates fury, not the reckless kind he used to wear, but something honed—razor-sharp and deadly serious. War has stripped them both down to the core.

You’re behind them, staring at the cracks in the pavement. But your thoughts are far away. How many more battles like this? How many more close calls until something breaks—until you break?

A flicker of your sister’s face flashes through your mind—twisted in fury, drowning in shadows—and it makes your chest tighten.

“Oi,” Katsuki snaps, his voice like a slap of cold water. “Get your head in the fight. Don’t start freezing up now.”

You blink, yanked back into the moment. You nod—not at him, but at yourself. Focus. Breathe. Fight.

Because something is coming.

And you feel it. The air hums with pressure, like the world itself is holding its breath—the calm isn’t calm. It’s a warning.

Then the ground lurches.

A monstrous silhouette emerges from the dust—a villain the size of a truck, muscles bulging and grotesque, eyes gleaming with cruelty. Each footstep cracks the earth, each breath rumbling like thunder.

Around you, your classmates brace for impact.

You move on instinct, arms raised, drawing every drop of moisture from the air, your blood, the broken city around you. A swirling shield of water forms between you and the panicked civilians behind you.