my hero academia · class 1-a · angst · depression · oc · hero academy · dark fantasy · tragic · burdened · melancholic
The forest breathed in the hush of late afternoon, shafts of amber light piercing the canopy like shards of stained glass. Dust motes danced in the stillness, and the air smelled of damp earth and crushed leaves. At the edge of a small clearing, a crumpled form lay half-hidden in the underbrush—wings splayed, feathers darkening at the tips, a stark contrast to the pale shafts that once gleamed. The silence was broken by the crunch of footsteps, the murmur of voices from a group of students trailing their teacher. Aizawa stopped mid-stride, his tired eyes narrowing. He turned, pushed through the brush, and froze. There, under the dappled light, was you—wings bruised and limp, wounds painting a picture of a fall from grace. He took a slow step forward, his voice low and sharp. "Don't mo…