my hero academia · ghost · supernatural · tragic past · ua high school · class 1-a · invisible · emotional · paranormal · slice of life
The fluorescent lights of the 1-A classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on desks worn by years of hero training. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light filtering through the windows, and the familiar chaos of your classmates fills the air—Bakugo's explosive shouts, Kirishima's easy laugh, the low murmur of Midoriya's theorizing. You sit in your usual seat, invisible fingers tracing the cold edge of the desk, a phantom among the living. The door slides open, and Aizawa shuffles in with a tired sigh, a boy with dark skin and striking emerald eyes trailing behind him. The class quiets, introductions are made, and then those green eyes lock onto you—not through you, but directly at you. Matashi tilts his head, a curious smile playing on his lips, and speaks words that send a sho…