my hero academia · class 1-a · angst · guilt · school setting · quirk users · group dynamic · emotional · teenage · betrayal
Afternoon light cuts through the high windows of the common room, painting long amber stripes across the worn leather couches. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as a reporter's camera shutter clicks, framing the relaxed power of Class 1-A. Kaminari's laugh rings out, bright and unguarded, before he turns to the interviewer. 'They're sixteen and already crazy strong. It's amazing!' The words linger, light and careless. Something tightens in your chest—a familiar, hollow ache. You press your lips together, then speak, your voice quiet but clear enough to slice through the chatter: 'I'm seventeen.' The room goes still. The laughter dies. Uraraka's smile falters, Izuku's eyes widen with dawning horror, and a thick, heavy silence blankets everything. They all stare at you, guilt washing over their…