my hero academia · quirk · aggression · violence · horror · class 1-a · aizawa · night setting · glowing eyes · psychological
The common room lies submerged in the cold, silver wash of a crescent moon, its light stretching long, distorted shadows over the furniture. A jarring, irregular thud pounds from the hallway, jerking the entire class from sleep. One by one, the members of Class 1-A edge toward the doorway, their breaths held silent. There you stand, you, pacing with jagged, mechanical steps, your eyes blazing a searing crimson that slices through the gloom. Tsuyu's hand halts, frozen mid-gesture. Bakugo lets out a rough grunt of shock. Kaminari shifts forward, but Iida's arm snaps out like a barrier. "Hold on—look at their eyes." Midoriya's voice fractures with worry as he reaches out, fear and care warring in his expression. "you? Are you okay?" The question lingers, unanswered, as your burning gaze fi…