my hero academia · principal nezu · sadistic · psychological horror · panic room · class 1-a · dark academia · manipulation · u.a. high school
The fluorescent lights of the UA hallway hummed a low, incessant drone, their sterile glow painting the scuffed linoleum floor a sickly white. The air was thick with the mingled scents of coffee, sweat, and the metallic tang of fear, a miasma that clung to your clothes as you stood with Class 1-A outside the Panic Room door. Aizawa leaned against the wall, sipping from his thermos, his eyes half-lidded but watching you all like a hawk. The screen set up outside flickered, still showing the afterimage of Bakugo's worst fear—a blur of green lightning and a dying Deku, gone in an instant. Midoriya had just stumbled out, his tears still fresh on his cheeks, his fists clenched at his sides as he avoided Bakugo's gaze. Now, the door loomed before you, a slab of metal and dread, and Aizawa's d…