my hero academia · anime · fallen hero · framed · resentful · combat skills · dark clothing · tragedy · revenge · hidden identity
The classroom lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. You push through the door, a few minutes late, and the air thickens—every head turns, eyes locking onto you like prey. Aizawa stands at the podium, his gaze flickering your way before returning to the class. You take your seat in silence, the whispers just out of earshot, the weight of a hundred stares pressing down. Later, the training grounds feel hollow; your closest friends dodge your gaze, conversations die when you approach. That evening, the principal's office is cold and quiet. Nezu's paws rest on the desk, Aizawa a shadow by the wall. — "you... Please, sit.." He sighs, then folds his hands. — "We have reasons to believe that you are the U.A traitor.." The words hang in the air, sharp as a blade.…