Spinner Hadn't Wanted To Make It A Comic At First. He Wasn't Going To Listen To That Kid; Wasn't Going

Spinner hadn't wanted to make it a comic at first. He wasn't going to listen to that kid; wasn't going to listen Shigaraki's killer.

One day, though, Spinner realizes a fact that brings him to his knees, bracing himself against the floor as the Body Bulk quirk threatens to burst out.

He has no picture of Shigaraki. He has no picture of the League. The best anyone could capture were news and security camera footage, aerial shots from helicopters high above the battles - all blurry at zoom-in, grainy and distant and ugly. They were early shots of Shigaraki, one of the hands blocking his face; else they were war shots, the hours before his death.

Only in his head could Spinner the he knew - the hand off, unmasked; locks of dirty hair falling onto his face; eyes ring with scars that would make him look eternally tired, if not for how his red eyes shined sharp and alert. Shigaraki had a mole on the left side of his chin. Shigaraki had a smile that took on the world.

There were no pictures in the world of Shigaraki as Spinner knew him.

He would have to make his own.

My Hero Academia spent its 10 year run concerned with the power of reaching out to others, but in the end, how powerful was it? Reaching out was not a miracle, it was not enough to save the people the climax concerned itself with. Even if it helped some characters along the way, at the peak of the narrative, it couldn’t do the job. What can reaching out do? Not a lot, says My Hero Academia, but maybe it can help in small ways. And isn’t that just anti-climatic. Of course the story feels unsatisfying; the thesis of the manga wasn’t even enough at the end.

Reaching out could have meant so much if Deku reflected on the power of extending your hand as Shimura Tenko stood beside him, alive and saved by that help. He could have continued a cycle of reaching out by continuing to be a hero to villains, coming to them with empathy and reaching out his own hand, finally able to save and heal instead of kill and destroy.

Instead, we learn that it might be enough, so long as it isn’t too late. It’s not just about the villains dying, it’s about the core of the story falling completely flat.

Being a lov stan during this epilogue be like