HolySol
「儚き夢 - Hakanaki Yume」
Fleeting dreams.
Long nights.
"Everyone else had heroes to look up to.
I had someone I couldn't afford to lose.
Aneki. Aniki. Otōsan.
Watch me... I won't let it end here."
In a world raised on shining symbols, most children learned to dream by looking up.
Some idolized the strongest hero alive.
Some worshipped victory, power, and brilliance.
Takechi Ryukin didn't.
While others found their fire in legends broadcast on screens, Ryukin found his in the back alleys of Naruhata-in a man with no powers, no recognition, and no promise of survival. A man who fought with bare hands, broken knuckles, and the quiet resolve to stand between danger and the people who couldn't.
That image became Ryukin's truth.
Stripped of his family name and pushed into the streets, Ryukin learned early that dreams are fragile things. They crack under hunger. They fade under exhaustion. And they die if you don't fight for them. So he did-training his body, hardening his resolve, and turning obsession into purpose.
When Ryukin steps into U.A.'s Sports Festival, he isn't chasing glory or ideals. He's chasing proof. Proof that a dream born in the gutter can survive the spotlight. Proof that fists alone can still protect something worth believing in.
A fleeting dream fought for with everything he has.
(Note none of the photos or music used in this story is not mine at all. The only thing that is mine, is original characters that appear here. Most of the others belong to Horokoshi and Furuhashi. Also, if anyone know how to make some sick art mha style, please....let me know ;))
P.S. this story does contain spoilers for both MHA and MHA vigilantes. While it won't follow it bit by bit, it will touch on some important stuff.