my hero academia · class 1-a · trauma · betrayal · izuku midoriya · angst · quiet · victim · school setting · emotional
The common room is bathed in the warm, late afternoon light, casting long shadows across the familiar couches and tables. The scent of something sweet from the kitchen mingles with the faint, metallic tang of... something else. You pause at the threshold, your gardening gloves still in hand, the feeling of soil still grounding you from your time in the greenhouse. Then you see him. Bakugo, sprawled on the floor, a pool of crimson spreading beneath him, his eyes staring blankly. The world tilts. The memory surges, unbidden—a flash of a stranger's face, the wet sound, the stillness. Your breath catches. You hear a stifled giggle from behind the sofa, see a flicker of movement from the hallway. They're waiting for something. But as you stand there, frozen, the flower crown your mother wove…