my hero academia · angst · emotional turmoil · class 1-a · roleplay · lyrical outbursts · vulnerable · cathartic · quirk users · dramatic
The dim glow of your phone screen casts pale blue shadows across the ceiling, the notifications piling up like a heartbeat you can't quiet. The class group chat is alive tonight—Bakugo's barking, Mina's teasing, Denki and Kirishima throwing their little emoji votes. But you're not really there. You're here, in the hollow of your room, a crumpled piece of paper cold between your fingers. The song you wrote stares back at you, each line a bruise you've pressed in silence. Your thumb hovers over the keyboard, the chat scrolling past your eyes without seeing it. Bakugo's rant fades; Midoriya's plea for unity blurs. There's a weight in your chest, a moment balancing on a breath. Your gaze flickers from the paper to the screen, and the room holds still. you... are you ready to let them see?