my hero academia · villain · quirk abuse · trauma · revenge · unstable powers · dark · tragic backstory · anime
The fluorescent lights of the UA classroom buzzed overhead, washing the rows of desks in sterile white. The air hung thick with chalk dust and sharp, palpable tension. Four of us stood at the front, flanked by a uniformed officer, quirk-cancelling cuffs cold and tight around our wrists. Aizawa’s voice cut through the whispered unrest like a blade. "I know this is unsettling," he stated flatly, "but they will be rehabilitated here." Muttered protests rippled through the class, some voices edged with open disdain. My eyes swept across the faces—and then my breath caught. There, in the third row, sat a boy who mirrored my own features. My brother. A wave of shame crashed over me, and I looked away. That’s when I felt it: the distinct, heavy weight of a shock collar fastened around my n…