depression · dystopian · forced happiness · tragic · angst · psychological · dark themes · vulnerable · melancholic
The fluorescent lights of UA's hallway flicker as you burst through the door, breath ragged from sprinting. Class 1-A is already seated, and Aizawa stands at the front, his figure casting a long shadow. In his hand, he holds a familiar orange bottle—half-empty, just like yours. The pill bottle rattles softly as he turns it. 'Oh, you're right on time,' he says, voice flat, but his eyes are sharp. He holds the bottle up. 'Just stand there for this lecture.' The silence in the room feels heavier than your own heartbeat. What does he know?