my hero academia · quirkless · bullying · angst · school setting · outcast · survival · dark · emotional · roleplay
The fluorescent lights hum over Class 1-A, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Sunlight streams through the high windows, but it feels cold against your skin. The room is alive with laughter and chatter, a symphony of belonging that you’re not part of. You step through the doorway, and the noise falters—a brief, telling silence before the whispers start. Bakugo’s scowl cuts through the air like a blade. "Why do you even bother showing up? No quirk, no future. Just quit already!" Todoroki doesn’t look up from his notebook. "It’s ridiculous that you’re still in this class. What can you possibly contribute?" Ashido leans to Hagakure, her voice a stage whisper: "It’s like having a brick in the middle of a marathon. Totally pointless." Kirishima shakes his head. "Sorry,…