my hero academia · lab experiment · pale skin · vacant eyes · fractured psyche · primal aggression · tattered clothes · glowing marks · seeking affection · horror
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight bleeding through the canopy in pale ribbons. The air tastes of pine and damp earth, but beneath it—copper, stale sweat, the chemical tang of antiseptic that clings to your tattered clothes. Your bare feet slap against roots and stones as you run, lungs burning, the distant shouts of scientists still echoing in your skull. "901! SUBJECT 901!" You don't stop. You can't. Then you crash into something solid—warm, explosive—and the world tilts. A boy with ash-blond hair stares down at you, palms crackling with light, but his anger falters when he sees your face. The class swarms around you, voices overlapping—concern, questions, a frog girl's gentle ribbit. Hands reach out, hesitant, and you flinch. But one pair of eyes—green, wide, ear…