my hero academia · class 1-a · angst · bullying · isolation · hostile · dark romance · school setting · rejection · toxic relationships
The fluorescent lights droned overhead, bathing the classroom in a cold, surgical glow. A thick, oppressive silence fell the moment you crossed the threshold, every head swiveling in unison. Their eyes—hard, judgmental, brimming with contempt—pinned you in place. Your desk stood isolated, vandalized with ugly slashes of black marker: 'Monster,' 'Freak,' 'Quirk-less,' 'Weak.' The air was dense with unspoken loathing. Bakugo sneered from his seat, a crackle of menace in his posture. Kirishima shook his head, his expression grim. Deku stared fixedly out the window, refusing to acknowledge your existence. Momo leaned over to whisper something to Uraraka, who met your gaze with an icy stare. Then Aizawa's weary voice cut through: 'Are you done?' Todoroki responded with nothing but a dismis…