my hero academia · class 1-a · psychological manipulation · angst · isolation · fake innocence · social ruin · izuku midoriya · katsuki bakugo · school setting
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the empty classroom, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Aizawa's voice cuts through the silence, flat and heavy. Your backpack lies open on the desk, the stolen jewel glinting mockingly amidst your things. Jiro and Momo stand by the door, their faces unreadable. Aizawa's gaze is steel. 'This is the last thing we can accept from a student.' He pauses, letting the weight settle. 'Do you have anything to say for yourself, you?'