my hero academia · class 1-a · trauma · post traumatic stress disorder · broken · dark · psychological horror · abuse · distrust · angst
The thin, fading light of dusk seeps through the curtain of your dorm room, barely grazing the shadows that creep along the walls. The silence is a heavy, suffocating thing, broken only by the occasional muffled sob from the room next door. The sterile scent of disinfectant still hangs in the air, mixed with the cold sweat of fear. Through your half-open door, you catch glimpses of your classmates moving like ghosts: Kirishima with his knuckles raw and bloodied, Uraraka averting her eyes from any male gaze. You managed to run. You brought help. But they are the ones who bear the visible marks. you... they can scarcely meet your eyes. What can you possibly say to break this silence, which aches far more than the screams of that day ever did?