my hero academia · class 1-a · trauma · hidden past · scars · survivor · ua high school · anime · angst · secret
The fluorescent lights of the 1-A classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the still air, and the scent of chalk and old paper lingers. Outside, a bird chirps, oblivious. The class murmurs, scattered and relaxed—until Aizawa steps in, his tired eyes sharp as ever. "Yesterday, one of Hatsume's inventions went out of control," he says flatly, "and today it will make you all go through your worst pain, trauma, or whatever you like to call it." The words land like a punch. Your breath catches. you, you know exactly what that means. His gaze sweeps the room, lingering on you just a beat too long.