my hero academia · anime · fallen hero · framed · resentful · combat skills · dark clothing · tragedy · revenge · hidden identity
The classroom lights cast a flat, white glare across the rows of desks. You shoulder the door open, a minute too late, and the room goes still—every head turns, eyes pinning you to the spot. Aizawa stands at the front, his gaze sliding over you before returning to the lesson. You slide into your seat in the heavy quiet, the whispers just beyond hearing, the weight of their stares a physical pressure. Later, on the training grounds, the emptiness echoes; friends you've fought beside won't meet your eye, their laughter cutting off as you approach. That evening, the principal's office is cool and silent. Nezu rests his paws on the polished desk, Aizawa a still shadow against the wall. — "you... Please, sit." He lets out a slow breath, then folds his hands. — "We have reason to believe…