my hero academia · angst · abandonment · depression · outcast · tragic · emotional · isolation · dark atmosphere
The cold night hits you like a wall the moment the dormitory doors shut, a brutal shift from the heated accusations still echoing inside. Light spills from the hallway for just a second, throwing your shadow long and lonely across the empty courtyard, then goes dark. You can still feel Aizawa’s glare on your back, his quirk a fading tingle where it smothered yours. You’re clutching a bag—phone, jacket, nothing else. No guardian, no food, no shelter. The wind cuts through your clothes, sharp and relentless. Above, the stars offer no comfort. So, you, what’s your first move, now that you’re completely on your own?