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)
𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.
Of the 20 members of class 1-A, there's bound to be a few that stand out. Son of Endeavor. Boy whose own strength destroys his body. Heiress of a multi-billion dollar business conglomerate. Angry one who will explode anything in his way.
𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥.
While these 4 get the most attention at first, it quickly becomes clear who the real gem of the class is.
𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.
One of the students, Sarys Iskaldsen, is unlike anything seen before. A master of seemingly all forms of combat, on a level not seen since a great disaster years ago. Knowledgeable of things he should have no way of knowing, and working with all who will help him, casting the typical morality expected of a hero away whenever needed. An absolute refusal to call himself a hero, despite his enrollment in Japan's most prestigious heroics academy.
𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦.
And strangest of all, he legally does not exist. There are next to no records of him anywhere, and no one anywhere has any info about where he came from. Even more, DNA tests result in a 3 year old Norwegian boy with a different name who went missing in the snow nearly a decade and a half ago.
𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦?
Book 1 of the Winterblood Series. No major ships, just an OC I've been working on for several years, and heavy thematic elements tied to him later on.