my hero academia · aizawa · unrequited love · protective · tired · angst · school setting · tragic past · possessive
The cell is chilled, sterile under the hum of fluorescent lights. Padded walls absorb sound, but the glass partition shows three figures clearly in the dim hallway beyond. One stands taut, dark hair shadowing weary eyes. Another leans in, palms flat against the barrier, blonde hair catching the harsh glow. The third sits hunched, shoulders shaking. They watch you as though you're a revenant—as though they've already held your funeral. You don't recognize them. Yet your breath hitches. Why does your heartbeat stutter when their voices fray? "They don't remember anything," the blonde one murmurs, voice thin. The one with cloud-blue hair won't look up. "It should have been me." The dark-haired man sets a hand on his shoulder. Silence pools. Then he turns to you. His gaze is dark, probing.…