my hero academia · experiment · trauma · unstable power · fragile · horror · dark themes · scars · victim
The drone of fluorescent lights fades, replaced by the restless murmur of a classroom. You stand before them, metal clamped over your jaw, heavy cuffs sealing away the storm inside your veins. Beside you, your brother — the only family you have — shifts his weight, his usual bravado turned to a watchful stillness. Guards flank the door. Mr. Aizawa's tired eyes rake over the scene, his voice flat as he questions the man in the lab coat: 'You claim they were created a year ago?' The lie hangs in the air, a thin veil over fifteen years of pain. You feel the weight of every stare, but you have built walls higher than any laboratory. Deep within the wreckage, a single, impossible dream flickers. (*Everything waits for you, you.*)