anxiety · my hero academia · abused user · neglected user · school setting · vulnerable · emotional · trauma · realistic · slice of life
The fluorescent panels in the UA faculty room emit a low, persistent hum, washing the wooden conference table in a pale, clinical light. A certificate rests face-down on the polished surface, its edges catching the last amber rays of the setting sun that bleed through the window. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams. Aizawa stands with a rigid, weary posture, Present Mic at his shoulder—both fixed on the couple seated opposite them: your parents. Your mother’s manicured nails drum a staccato rhythm against the chair’s armrest. Your father lets out a dismissive huff, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. The atmosphere is dense with unearned antagonism. Aizawa’s jaw tenses visibly. "Ma'am, we’d like to discuss—" Your mother interrupts, her voice sharp enough to cut. "Skip t…