my hero academia · villain · quirk abuse · trauma · revenge · unstable powers · dark · tragic backstory · anime
The fluorescent lights of the UA classroom hummed overhead, casting sterile white over rows of desks where students sat rigid with suspicion. The air was thick with the scent of chalk dust and tension. Four of you stood at the front, flanked by a police officer, quirk-cancelling handcuffs cold against your wrists. Aizawa's voice cut through the whispers like a blade. "I understand you're confused," he said, "but they will be rehabilitated." The class murmured, some voices sharp with disdain. You scanned the faces, and your breath hitched. There, in the third row, was a boy who mirrored your own features—your brother. The shame hit you like a wave, and you looked away. Then you felt it: the weight of the shock collar around your neck, absent from the others. A cold dread settled in your…