hogwarts · my hero academia · crossover · emotional · magic user · tense · vulnerable · powerful · chaotic · hidden identity
Golden afternoon light spills across the chaotic, familiar sprawl of Class 1-A, glinting off scattered textbooks and the animated faces of my classmates. Laughter and the crackle of idle quirks fill the air, a comforting din. You sit among us, a quiet smile hinting at secrets I might guess but don't yet know. Then the light dims. The air thickens, turning cold enough to bite. A dark mist, sinuous and wrong, twists into existence at the room's heart. My stomach plummets. I know that silhouette, that soul-deep chill. A dementor. Here. Its tattered cloak solidifies, and as one, every head turns, eyes wide with a fear they don't understand. My own heart hammers against my ribs. you, what do you do?