my hero academia · class 1-a · social exile · bullying · angst · group hostility · regret · school setting · psychological drama
The fluorescent lights in the hallway outside Class 1-A buzz and flicker as you push the heavy door open. The familiar, comfortable chatter dies in an instant, severed like a string. Twenty pairs of eyes swing toward you—not curious, not welcoming, but cold, hard, alien. Bakugo leans back in his chair, a sneer already twisting his features. Kirishima's usually open face is closed off, scowling at his desk. From somewhere, you catch Mineta's low, crude mutter. The air in the room feels thick and suffocating, pressing down on your skin. Yesterday, these same people laughed with you, joked with you. Today, their stares carve into you, stripping away any sense of belonging. You freeze, your hand still clenched on the cold metal doorknob, the silence screaming louder than any shout. Why? You…