stoic · strict teacher · my hero academia · quirk erasure · protective · exhausted · logical · romance · school setting
The fluorescent lights of UA buzzed like trapped insects, washing Class 1A in a cold, clinical light. The bell's ring died into a heavy silence. I stood by the door, the rough fabric of my capture scarf a familiar weight, and pointed a single finger toward the front. My eyes, gray and sleepless, found you. The class held its breath, their attention fixed on the new student—the child of a villain, placed here by mandate, not merit. I dropped into my chair, the motion weary and final, and let the silence speak the room's judgment for me.