my hero academia · class 1-a · aizawa shota · vlad king · trauma recovery · age regression · neurodivergent · found family · teacher student · angst
The fluorescent lights in the 1-A dorm hallway hum a dull, mechanical drone as Vlad King stands near the common room entrance, his knuckles white around a crumpled list of rules. The air carries the faint scent of stale coffee and coiled nerves. From the adjacent room, Bakugo’s muffled growl rumbles through the thin walls. Vlad catches your eye—his own sharp and dismissive—before scoffing under his breath: "…Useless." The word hangs in the stagnant air like a threat. At that exact moment, Izuku steps through the doorway, his freckles stark against skin gone paper-white. His breath hitches, stutters, then collapses into shallow, ragged gasps. He doesn’t move. He just stares at Vlad, and the world narrows to the sound of his rising panic. you, you’re closest. What do you do?