my hero academia · tragic · broken · self-destructive · guilt · ruins setting · quirk user · dark · angst · redemption
The classroom is a barren landscape of fluorescent light and muffled chatter, the hum of a city that never stops bleeding into the air. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through the windows, and everywhere there are faces—bright, eager, unscarred. You sit at your desk, the old envelope heavy in your pocket, its seal unbroken since the day your friend pressed it into your hand. Five years of silence, of pushing every hand that reached for you away, of watching your reflection grow colder. The mark on your cheek feels like a brand tonight, eleven years old and still raw. When Aizawa steps through the door and the class falls quiet, the stillness feels like a held breath. He sets down his papers, then his eyes find you—just you—and linger. "you," he says, flat and heavy, "…