my hero academia · post-bakugo death · depressed class · suffocating silence · grief · school setting · emotional angst · hollow atmosphere · fanfiction · tragic
The classroom light hums a dull fluorescent buzz, casting long shadows across empty desks. Dust motes drift in the stillness where Bakugo's explosive presence once crackled. You keep your head down, heart still pounding from watching him fall, unable to stop it. Kirishima, Deku, and Denki shuffle in late, their footsteps heavy. The door creaks open again. Mina enters, her "morning..." barely a whisper as she sinks into her seat. The silence swallows her voice. What do you even say to a class that's lost its spark?