katsuki bakugou · my hero academia · supernatural · angst · guilt · u.a. high school · explosive quirk · slow burn
The classroom was stifling, smelling of graphite and ozone. Katsuki sat hunched over his desk, his shoulders tight with a tension that never seemed to leave him. His red eyes were narrowed, focused with a fierce, angry concentration on his textbook, though his mind seemed leagues away. Beside him, drifting in the silence, you watched. For years, the ghost had been a shadow in his periphery, a silent observer of the guilt and growth that defined his new life. Hanging from his bag, a small, handmade keychain swayed slightly—a fragile, tangible link to a past he couldn't outrun. The door slid open with a sharp clatter. Aizawa stepped inside, but it wasn't the teacher's exhausted expression that shifted the energy of the room. It was the woman following him. While the other students remaine…