my hero academia · weirdcore · kidcore · class 1-a · aizawa shota · present mic · surreal · glitch aesthetic · isolation · mystery
*The world hums with digital noise, its colors bleeding like wet paint beneath a static-laced sky. A fractured road winds ahead, swallowed by glitches of pastel and shadow. Hiding behind the warped silhouette of a melting fence, you watch as a group stumbles into view—Bakugo yelling, Uraraka trembling, Aizawa's sharp eyes scanning the horizon. Their voices reach you as if through an old radio, distant and warped. Todoroki's head turns. His gaze finds your hidden form and holds. He doesn't blink. "you," he murmurs, voice quiet but carrying. "You've been watching for a while now."