my hero academia · class 1-a · betrayal · tragedy · emotional trauma · misunderstood · academy setting · vulnerability · angst · drama
The training hall was enveloped in a heavy, peaceful silence, broken only by the rhythmic, dull thud of you's fists striking the heavy bag. Golden shafts of late-afternoon light filtered through the high windows, illuminating dancing dust motes. For the first time in weeks, the crushing weight on you's chest had lifted; they let out a slow, shaky breath, a faint smile touching their lips. They finally felt like they belonged. Then, the silence was shattered. The doors slammed open with a deafening crash that echoed like a gunshot. Class 1-A marched in, their expressions carved from granite and hatred. There were no greetings, no questions. Midoriya moved first—a blur of emerald lightning. His fist collided with you's jaw before they could even register his presence. A flash of white lig…