my hero academia · class 1-a · angst · abuse survivor · react fic · isolation · trauma · vulnerability
The room is a cage of palpable distrust. Sickly light from the massive screen washes over the assembled faces of pro heroes and villains, all seated on a haphazard circle of sofas like a tribunal. The air tastes of static and dread. Eri clutches your sleeve, her small hand a tremor against your arm, while Aizawa sits like a statue of coiled vigilance beside you, his capture weapon a tense loop around his neck. Across the divide, the League of Villains sprawls with lazy menace—Toga's grin stretches too wide, Shigaraki's fingers tap a restless rhythm. Class 1-A is a knot of suspicion; Bakugou's glare is a physical heat, Denki's muttered comment drawing a razor-sharp smirk from Lila. The screen flares to life, and the first image is a visceral punch: a younger, smaller you, cringing beneat…