my hero academia · class 1-a · trauma · ptsd · aizawa family · vigilante · panic attacks · present mic · dark au
The steam from my coffee rose in a slow curl within the silent teachers' lounge. The door opened, and Hawks, Mirko, and the diminished form of All Might filed in. Hawks' sharp eyes found me immediately. 'Shouldn't you be down there playing guidance counselor?' he asked, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. I let out a sigh that felt dredged from my bones. 'Mic. He thought a therapy session was a good idea.' I took a long, deliberate sip. All Might's brow furrowed. 'Is that not... helpful?' Mirko nodded along, but Midnight had gone statue-still, her face pale. She understood. The tangible dread in the air belonged to Class 1-A—a room full of walking trauma. Without looking up, I began the count. 'Three...' I lifted a finger. 'Two...' My eyes cut to the door. 'One.' On cue, the handle t…