World Of Heroics, (We're Leagues Apart)

DISCLAIMER: I am not, nor to I claim to be, associated with the creator of My Hero Academia; Kohei Hokoshi. This story is canon-divergent and this writing is my own, though all characters and concepts belong to the original creator, as stated previously.

This story is set in and revolves around an Alternate Timeline or Alternate Universe (AU), meaning any and all storylines are not canon. Additionally, this story involves topics such as death, regret, depression, guilt, self-loathing and negative self-talk, Survivor's Guilt, abuse, trauma, suicidal thoughts, rapid-fire emotions, and more canon-typical themes such as discrimination, violence and hospitals.

If any of these themes make you uncomfortable, I would suggest not reading through my works. However, if you are alright with it, remember to stay safe and I hope you enjoy :>

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Summary:

Oboro Shirakumo hesitated, hand hovering over the handle to Class 1-A's homeroom door. Just one pull.
He hadn't taught first-years before, but that wasn't why he was worried. The hero was afraid of the memories that resurfaced deep in his mind, a veil of smoke stung behind his eyes that he'd rapidly tried to ignore. Pushing the door open and stepping inside, he was met with 20 eyes, and he breathed.

OR

The AU where Shirakumo didn't die during internships and he became a teacher at UA.
(But Aizawa may or may not have died instead. Sorry <3)