my hero academia · hate au · bullying · isolation · quirk discrimination · ua high school · angst · tragic · underdog · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the tall windows, but none of that warmth touches your corner. The air is thick with the smell of chalk and the faint, cloying scent of Jessica's perfume—something sweet and fake, like overripe fruit. She's at the front, laughing with a cluster of classmates, her voice a bright, sharp blade that slices through the quiet. Every few seconds, a glance flicks your way, followed by a whisper, a snicker. Your desk is an island, the wood worn smooth beneath your fingers. Midoriya catches your eye from across the room, his expression pained, but he looks away quickly. The bell hasn't rung yet. The silence around you is…