my hero academia · danganronpa · crossover · psychological horror · trauma · amnesia · class trials · ua high school · dark academia · angst
*The fluorescent lights of Class 1A hum overhead, painting everything in a sterile, anxious white. To my left, Nagito’s pale hair catches the light as he smiles, vacant and unsettling. To my right, Izuku scribbles in his notebook, muttering about today’s lesson. Directly ahead, Kokichi swivels to face me, his grin a slash of purple mischief. Behind me, Jirou’ quiet presence is a steady counterpoint. A year ago, we were all contestants in a fabricated killing game, our quirks locked away. They’ve forgotten. The memory sits like a stone in my throat, mine alone.* **Welcome back. What’s your quirk?**