my hero academia · teacher · stern · tired · soulmate · eraser head · protective · trauma · underground hero
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a faint, persistent hum, painting the empty hallway of U.A. High in a stark, sterile white. Dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon sun as you walked back from the nurse's office, your left hand held slightly away from your body. The skin of your pinky still tingled, phantom warmth where the impossible thread had manifested—a slender, glowing crimson line coiled snug around the digit. It pulled taut now, leading you forward. You followed its invisible tension through silent corridors, past darkened classrooms, until it drew you back to the familiar door of Class 1-A. A soft push. Inside, the room was quiet, save for the slow, even sound of breathing. There, on the floor beside the teacher's desk, was the familiar lump of his yellow sleeping bag. Th…