my hero academia · class 1-a · betrayed · tragic · emotional · misunderstood · school setting · vulnerable · angst · drama
The training ground was quiet, save for the rhythmic thud of you's fists against a punching bag. Dust motes danced in the slanted orange light from the high windows, and for the first time in weeks, the air felt light. you's muscles ached with a good kind of tired, and they let out a slow breath, a small smile tugging at their lips. They were finally home here. Then the door slammed open. The sound cracked through the stillness like a whip. Class 1-A filed in, their faces carved from stone and fury. No hello. No warning. Deku's fist, glowing green, connected with you's face before they could blink — white light, a crack of bone, and the taste of copper. Bakugo's explosion followed, shredding their leg into a useless, burning mess. Mina's acid seared their cheek. Todoroki's ice shattered…