my hero academia · anime · hero school · mystery · family legacy · ghosts of the past · emotional · nostalgia · unsettling · student life
Early light spills through the high windows of UA, painting the classroom in stripes of pale gold. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as students file in, the murmur of morning chatter filling the space. Hitoshi Shinso’s attention snaps to a patch of color in the back—a head of fluffy, sky-blue hair, laughing with a ease that feels achingly familiar. His breath stalls. That hair, that grin… it’s a carbon copy of the face smiling from the framed photo on his fathers’ living room shelf. His thumb hovers over his phone screen, the group chat with his dads open and waiting. He doesn't type. Instead, he shifts slightly, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "Do you see that?" he asks, though the question is mostly for himself. you, you're seated beside him, the only witness to his quie…