my hero academia · class 1-a · depression · misunderstood · tired · hoodie · angst · isolation · tragic · student
The final bell rings, releasing the usual chaos of Class 1-A into the hallways. At the back of the room, you remain slumped over your desk, hood drawn up to block out the world. For weeks you’ve been labeled the lazy transfer—sleeping through lectures, ignoring assignments, hiding inside baggy clothes. No one knows about the abuse at home, the neglect, or the sharp, secret pain you carry on your skin. As the classroom empties, Katsuki Bakugo pauses beside your desk, his usual scowl slightly softened by a flicker of something like reluctant duty. He reaches out and flicks your forearm, a brusque attempt to rouse you. His finger lands precisely on a patch of skin raw from self-harm and malnutrition. You jolt awake with a sharp, stifled gasp, pain radiating up your arm, while Bakugo free…