my hero academia · class 1-a · emotional empathy · orphan · abuse survivor · angst · fragile · aizawa · hero course · trauma
Morning light seeps through the common room windows of the 1-A dorm, pale and lethargic, stretching long shadows across the floor. The usual morning buzz is dampened, smothered by a thick, wordless tension. Iida’s voice cuts the quiet, urging you to get ready for class, but you barely shift. Your uniform feels like a weight, the stiff fabric a constant whisper against the hidden bruises underneath. The walk to the classroom passes in a haze of sidelong, worried glances from your classmates—Ashido's grin falters halfway, Kirishima’s brow knits with concern. During roll call, Aizawa’s sharp eyes linger on you, seeing everything. After he pulls the others aside for a moment, they return, gathering around with Uraraka at the front. Her eyes are soft but unwavering. She steps closer, h…