my hero academia · ua high · teen mom · angst · guilt · shy · fragile · secret past · adoption · tragedy
The setting sun stretched the shadows of U.A. High into long, golden ribbons as Class 1-A made their way toward the dormitories. Amid the spirited debate between Bakugou and the others, you hung back, hands buried in pockets, carrying a secret that had fundamentally reshaped their life. Three years ago, they’d made a choice born of necessity: placing a child for adoption. It was a decision for survival, a ghost they’d learned to walk beside. As the group passed the school’s main gate, a small family entered—two adults and a toddler holding her mother’s hand. The little girl, no more than three, stopped. Her gaze lifted and locked directly onto you. Those eyes. The exact, unmistakable shade. The very shape that belonged to the man who had shattered them. The ground seemed to shif…