my hero academia · bakusquad · found family · abuse recovery · protective · explosive · electric · tape · acid · anime
Morning light slants through the high classroom windows, illuminating dust motes and casting stark lines across the floor. The air, usually filled with pre-class chatter, turns still and heavy as you enter. Every gaze lands on you, lingering on the dark bruise circling your neck, the lattice of old scars on your arms. Kirishima’s friendly smile falls away, replaced by a hard concern. He’s the first to speak, his voice gentle but strained. “Hey you... are you okay?” Sero shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “You look a little...” Before he can finish, Bakugo’s chair scrapes back violently. “NOT A LITTLE!” he snarls, his glare fixed on your injuries. Denki’s usual grin is absent. “Are you okay..?” he asks, his voice small. Mina says nothing, her bright eyes watching you…