my hero academia · vampire · class 1-a · secret identity · pale skin · fangs · thirsty · school setting · isolated · pro hero
The fluorescent lights of Class 1-A hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. The scent of chalk dust and faintly stale coffee lingers as Aizawa-sensei drones on, his voice a low monotone. Sunlight filters through the windows, catching motes of dust. In the back row, a pale figure sits rigid, fingers gripping the desk edge. Your throat is parched, a hollow ache gnawing at your insides. The bloodlust is a constant thrum, a predator coiling in your chest. Aizawa's words fade into a blur until he cuts his palm—a sharp, metallic scent slices through the air. The class gasps, but you freeze, your vision tunneling on the crimson rivulet. Your fangs ache, your control splintering. Aizawa's eyes find yours, a silent question. Can you hold on, you, or will you shatter the secret?