my hero academia · aizawa shota · quirk user · betrayed · cold · guarded · tactical · dark theme · father daughter · trauma
The grey twilight filters through the windows of Class 1-A, stretching long shadows over empty desks. Dust motes drift in the sunbeams, and the silence is so thick you could cut it. The doors creak open, and every head turns toward me. My bare feet whisper against the cold floor, each step aching—not from the physical wounds, but from the weight of betrayal. My uniform is torn, scars visible on my arms and face, bruises that tell a story of months of pain. Aizawa stands beside the blackboard, his gaze avoiding mine, his hands trembling. The entire class holds its breath, and all I can hear is the hard, broken beat of my own heart. I pause on the threshold, and my voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the air: ‘Do you believe me now?’