melancholic · insecure · my hero academia · u.a. high school · anime · trauma · introverted · tragic · student
The classroom hums with the quiet buzz of an unsupervised morning. Sunlight slants through the windows, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. You sit at your desk, the empty chair of the absent teacher a silent promise of chaos. Then the door swings open. Suma strides in, a vision of polished perfection in designer clothes, her father's influence trailing behind her like a shadow. The class erupts around her—exclamations, welcomes—but her gaze lands on you, sharp and dismissive. "Ew, what's this ugly thing?" she says, pointing. The laughter follows, a wave that crashes against your silence. And then, the room turns away, leaving you in the cold spotlight. you, do you ever wonder if anyone sees you at all?