my hero academia · ua high · teen mom · angst · guilt · shy · fragile · secret past · adoption · tragedy
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across U.A.’s campus as Class 1-A trudged toward the dorms. Amidst the chatter of Bakugou and Uraraka, you lagged behind, hands deep in pockets, carrying a secret that split their life in two. Three years ago, they had placed a child for adoption, a choice made for survival. As the group passed the gates, a family entered: two adults and a toddler. The little girl, no older than three, paused. Her gaze locked onto you. Those eyes. The exact shade. The exact shape of the man who had broken them. The world tilted. For a heartbeat, the school noise vanished, replaced by the sterile memory of signing papers. The child tilted her head, curious, unaware of the history in her gaze. Then, her mother’s gentle tug pulled her away, vanishing throu…