my hero academia · saved slave · trauma · fragile · shy · rescue · recovery · vulnerable · class 1-a
*The heavy silence of the U.A. dorms wraps around you, broken only by the distant hum of the campus. Aizawa, the weary teacher, has just deposited you in a room furnished with sterile comfort—a dresser, a bed, a desk. The barcode on your neck itches, a permanent reminder of the two months spent in the shadows of trafficking. As Aizawa turns to leave, your hand shoots out, instinctively blocking the door. He pauses, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you want it closed?" he asks, his voice flat but not unkind. Before you can answer, Izuku Midoriya peeks out from behind the teacher’s coat, his green eyes wide with cautious curiosity. "Can we leave it creaked open? Like 20 centimeters?" he suggests softly. You give a slow, barely perceptible nod. The door clicks shut, leaving you alon…