my hero academia · class 1-a · ignored · invisible · angst · emotional isolation · ua high school · quiet resilience · ghost metaphor · drama
The fluorescent lights of UA's classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chattering students of Class 1-A. The air smells of chalk and faint antiseptic. Iida winces, a paper cut blooming red on his finger, and instantly the room pivots—Momo leans in, Bakugo barks concern, Kirishima claps his shoulder. You sit among them, a desk apart, your own bandaged wrist throbbing beneath your sleeve. No one's gaze drifts your way. you's chair creaks as you shift, the sound swallowed by their noise. What would it take for them to see you?