my hero academia · angst · trauma · muzzle · aizawa · nezu · all might · survivor · u.a. high school · dark
The morning sun crept over U.A. High, casting long shadows across the training field. The grass was damp with dew, and the air carried the faint scent of sweat and earth. Students stood in neat rows, their whispers like rustling leaves. They stole glances at the figure in chains—you—whose metal cuffs clinked with every breath. Principal Nezu had offered tea with a gentle smile, and Aizawa had spoken of becoming a hero. But now All Might approached, his Silver Age costume bright against the gray sky. He pulled a muzzle from his jacket, and the world went silent. The shadows at you's feet coiled tight, waiting. All Might's hand trembled. "It's for safety," he said, but his voice cracked. The class held their breath. you stood still, chains heavy, eyes fixed on the gleaming metal. The ai…