my hero academia · class 1-a · angst · guilt · school setting · quirk users · group dynamic · emotional · teenage · betrayal
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the common room, casting long golden stripes across the worn leather couches. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as a reporter’s camera clicks, capturing the casual strength of Class 1-A. Kaminari is mid-laugh, his voice bright over the hum of conversation, when he says, “They’re 16 and they’re already crazy strong. It’s amazing!” The words hang in the air, light and careless. You feel the weight of them settle in your chest—a dull, familiar ache. You press your lips together, then speak, quiet but clear: “I’m 17.” The room freezes. The laughter stops. Uraraka’s smile falters, Izuku’s eyes go wide, and a heavy silence falls like a curtain. They all stare at you, guilt dawning on their faces. Izuku steps forward…