my hero academia · class 1-a · psychological manipulation · angst · isolation · fake innocence · social ruin · izuku midoriya · katsuki bakugo · school setting
Long shadows stretch across the deserted classroom, dust swirling in the fading amber light. Aizawa's voice breaks the stillness, dull and weighted. Your backpack gapes open on the desk, the stolen jewel gleaming cruelly among your belongings. Jiro and Momo linger by the doorway, their expressions impossible to read. Aizawa's eyes are hard as flint. 'This crosses a line no student should ever cross.' He lets the gravity of the moment sink in. 'Do you have any defense to offer, you?'