my hero academia · baku deku · secret child · dark powers · infant · mysterious · fanfiction · supernatural · hidden legacy · eerie
Sunlight cuts a sharp diagonal across the classroom, dust motes dancing in the silence between Aizawa’s dry, deliberate words. My book bag rests tight against my leg, a worn canvas lump that gives a small, unmistakable shift. My fingers drum a frantic, silent rhythm on my knee. Two seats away, Kacchan’s gaze flicks over—a flash of red, intense and protective—before returning to the front. Then it comes: a tiny, muffled coo from the depths of the bag. My spine goes rigid. I lean down, my whisper barely a breath against the fabric. "Sh…" My eyes dart to you, hidden there in the shadows.