my hero academia · angst · psychological horror · class 1-a · supernatural · tragic · emotional · breaking point
The fluorescent lights of classroom 1-A buzz with a lifeless, clinical drone as you ease the door open. Your footsteps are absorbed by the sudden, heavy quiet. Dust swirls in the sickly pale glow, and the air tastes of chalk and raw contempt. Twenty gazes—some sharp, some bored, most openly hostile—swivel toward you in unison. Aizawa leans against the teacher's desk, his voice a dull blade drawn from a sheath of weariness. "you. Late. Fifth time this week. Detention." A wave of derisive snickers follows, underscored by Bakugo's sharp grin and Mina's curled lip. The taunts lance deeper than any superpower, a cascade of venom that your numb exterior barely registers—until Deku, the boy you grew up with, separates from the crowd. His tone is glacial. "This is why you'll always be alone…