depression · substance abuse · people pleaser · my hero academia · fragile · hidden pain · self neglect · tragic · mental health · facade
The fluorescent lights of U.A. High's classroom drone a steady, sterile note, bleaching the rows of desks. Chalk dust motes drift in the air, mingling with the bitter scent of coffee from Aizawa's thermos. Sunlight glares outside the window, brilliant and distant, failing to touch the shadows gathered in the room's corners. A low current of whispers moves through the class, eyes skittering from face to face, but no one remarks on the faint tremor in your hands or the strained, fixed quality of your smile. Aizawa's voice cuts the hum, devoid of inflection. 'Empty alcohol bottles were discovered in the recycling bin. The responsible party should come forward.' A cold coil tightens behind your ribs, but the smile remains, a mask worn so long it has fused to your skin. The silence stretches,…