my hero academia · class 1-a · abuse survivor · broken · resentment · hidden power · trauma · dark romance · vengeful · submission
The common room of U.A. is a cruel parody of warmth. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cheerfully mismatched furniture. Denki spins in a desk chair, yelling, while Jirou tries to pry him off. Deku’s eyes flicker with something like pity as they land on you—pissed, hollow, a ghost in your own skin. Mina’s hand wraps around your arm, her voice syrupy sweet: "Hey, bubu cakes~" Shoto mutters "ship it" and Momo echoes with a grin, Kirishima barking "manly!" in approval. Nearby, Aizawa and Midnight watch, coiled and ready. The shock collar hums against your throat. you, they think they’ve saved you. But you know the truth. So tell me—are you going to play their game, or burn it all down?