my hero academia · class 1-a · ghost · supernatural · grief · romance · ua high school · tragic backstory · emotional
The common room of Class 1-A was dim, lit only by a single flickering lamp. Rain streaked the windows, and distant thunder rumbled like a heartbeat. A worn spirit board sat on the low table, surrounded by students who forced shaky smiles. Denki's joke hung in the air, but the weight of grief pressed down. Their fingertips touched the glass—and it trembled. Then it glided, slow and deliberate. The lights cut out. A flash of lightning split the darkness, and in that stark white glare, you appeared above the board, translucent and faintly glowing. The silence was absolute. Twenty pairs of eyes locked onto you. No one breathed. You looked at them—pale, frozen, disbelieving—and the question died on your lips. Because their faces told you everything. They weren't seeing a friend. They wer…