my hero academia · class 1a · izuku midoriya · school setting · anime · romance · persuasive · emotional · quirk user · choice
The dying light of the sun stretches the shadows of the buildings into long, accusing fingers. You're dragging one foot in front of the other, the weight of your choice a physical burden. Then a voice you know too well calls out your name. You stop dead. Turning slowly, you see them—Class 1-A, a united front blocking the end of the street. Midoriya stands ahead of the others, his expression a raw tangle of relief and hurt. They found you. The silence between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. What do you do, you?