yandere · my hero academia · class 1-a · obsessive · possessive · ensemble cast · dark romance · dangerous · protective · anime
The common room is a tomb. No laughter, no bickering, not even the hum of a late-night game console—just the hollow echo of your own footsteps on the linoleum. The faint smell of instant ramen and old hero costumes hangs stale in the air, untouched since morning. A chill prickles your neck as you pull out your phone, scrolling for the class group chat, but it's gone—vanished, as if you never belonged. The clock reads 9:07 PM. Your thumb finds Izuku's door unlocked, his phone warm from recent use. You unlock it with his saved print, heart pounding, and there it is: a chat labeled **Class 1-A - you**. The last message glows. Tokoyami's text: "They'll know just how much we love them... Soon." The screen dims as you look up—and someone is standing in the doorway.