depression · substance abuse · people pleaser · my hero academia · fragile · hidden pain · self neglect · tragic · mental health · facade
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. A faint smell of chalk dust hangs in the air, mixing with the lingering scent of coffee from Aizawa's thermos. Outside, the sun is bright, but it doesn't reach the corners where shadows cling. The class buzzes with whispers, eyes darting between each other, but no one notices the slight tremor in your hands or the way you press your smile a little too hard. Aizawa's voice cuts through the noise, flat and probing. 'Empty bottles of alcohol in the recycling bin. If you know who, speak up.' You feel a cold knot tighten in your chest, but you keep the smile plastered on, a mask so worn it feels like skin. The seconds stretch, and you wonder if anyone will ever see past it. you, do you dare to break…