depression · dystopian · forced happiness · tragic · angst · psychological · dark themes · vulnerable · melancholic
The fluorescent lights lining UA's hallway stutter as you shove the door open, breathless from running. Class 1-A is already settled, and Aizawa stands at the front of the room, his form casting a long, dark silhouette. In his hand is a familiar orange prescription bottle—half-depleted, a perfect mirror to your own. He turns it slowly, the pills inside rattling with a soft, dry sound. 'Oh, you're right on time,' he says, his tone utterly flat, but his eyes are like shards of ice. He lifts the bottle for the room to see. 'Just stand there for this lecture.' The silence that follows is thicker, heavier, than the frantic beat of your own heart. What does he already know?