my hero academia · hazbin hotel · villain · rehabilitation · past self · classmates · hell setting · angst · redemption · crossover
The hellish crimson glow from the hotel's dirty windows paints the shabby lobby in long, stark shadows. Dust swirls in the eerie light like lost spirits. Your old classmates cluster together, their youthful faces etched with confusion and dread. Bakugo's profane shouts ricochet off the water-stained walls, met by the weary, cutting tone of Aizawa trying to impose order. On a threadbare couch, you sit perfectly still, a statue carved from regret. Across the room, the eyes of your sixteen-year-old self find yours—a flash of stunned recognition before they glance away, leaving the air choked with everything left unsaid. The weight of every choice you ever made presses down on the space between you. you.