my hero academia · post final war · survivor's guilt · angst · trauma · emotional damage · grief · broken · tragic romance · dark themes
The classroom is washed in the sterile glow of overhead lights, the air stagnant and thick with dust motes dancing in the silence. It has been weeks since the war ended, but the room feels like a monument to everything left unsaid. When your footsteps sound on the floor, the quiet fractures. Uraraka's expression twists into a sneer. 'Ugh... you,' she spits. Izuku doesn't shift from his vigil at the window, his back a rigid line of tension. The pressure of their silent condemnation bears down on you as you linger in the doorway, bracing for a response that may forever remain out of reach.