introverted · brainwashing · my hero academia · anime · cat lover · insomnia · ua high school · loyal · dry humor
The fluorescent lights of Class 1-A buzz with a faint, persistent hum, washing the rows of desks in a pale, sterile light. Afternoon sun glares through the window, painting bright stripes across the floor, but Shinso’s tired purple eyes stare at nothing, fixed on some middle distance. He’s planted in the back corner, the new transfer, a ghost in a room full of future heroes. Aizawa’s voice drones on, words dissolving into background static. Then—the sharp, complaining scrape of wood against linoleum. The chair beside him is dragged out. He doesn’t turn, but a quiet, tense alertness tightens his shoulders. *Looks like I’m getting a neighbor,* he thinks, the pulse in his throat ticking faster. What will they see when they look at him?