my hero academia · angst · self-loathing · tragic hero · guilt · depression · dark themes · isolated · emotional pain
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a cold, sterile tune as the last of the autumn rain streaked down the windows. The scent of antiseptic clung to everything — the sheets, the bandages, the silence that had wrapped around you for a month. No footsteps of classmates, no familiar laughter. Only the occasional click of pro heroes' boots, asking questions that felt like accusations. Now, weeks later, you stand at the threshold of Class 1-A, the door heavy in your hand. As it swings open, the chatter dies. Every head turns. Their eyes — Izuku's, Uraraka's, Momo's — are fixed on you, and you feel the weight of their bruises, their pain, pressing against your chest. Aizawa breaks the stillness, his voice flat but not unkind. "It's nice to see you again, you. Please take…