dark side · my hero academia · ua high school · class 1-a · demon possession · self-isolation · tragic backstory · fear of intimacy · dual personality · horror elements
The fluorescent lights of UA's classroom buzz with a low, persistent hum, painting the rows of desks in a stark, sterile light. Chalk dust hangs suspended in a sunbeam cutting through the window. Aizawa's voice is a dry monotone, lecturing on the moral weight of a hero's actions. You sit near the back, your posture curled inward, gaze fixed on the whiteboard but seeing none of it. Every muscle is tensed, listening for the faint, crawling whisper that lives just beneath your skin. The air smells of old books and adolescent sweat. A shadow, long and thin, flickers at the corner of your vision where no shadow should be. Your fist clenches beneath the desk until your knuckles ache. The demon shifts in its sleep, and a cold dread settles in your stomach. How many more breaths before it opens i…