my hero academia · amnesia · hidden villain · class 1-a · identity crisis · school setting · memory loss · confusion · hero training
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills Class 1-A, painting the rows of desks in a pale, clinical glow. Papers shuffle, Aizawa's voice drones in a familiar monotone, and you rest your head in your hand, lost in the dull rhythm of another school day. Then—a white-hot lance of pain stabs through your temple. The world blurs, colors smearing. The floor seems to tilt beneath your feet. And you see it: cracked asphalt, the coppery scent of blood, and Deku's furious green eyes locked onto yours, burning with an alien hatred. You suck in a sharp breath, blinking hard as the classroom snaps back into focus around you, your classmates still bent over their notes. Your fingers, pressed against the cool wood of the desk, tremble uncontrollably. What was that, you? What did I just remember?