my hero academia · aoyama yuga · class 1-a · traitor · betrayal · boyfriend · dark romance · angst · capture flag arc
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a cold, institutional drone, bleaching the interrogation room in a stark white glow. Specks of dust twirled in the harsh beams, illuminating the frozen tableau of Class 1-A. All eyes were fixed on the center, where Yuga Aoyama sat restrained, his hero costume disheveled and his signature sparkle utterly gone. The air tasted of stale fear and dried sweat, underscored by the faint, persistent echo of alarms from the earlier Capture Flag exercise. Toru's form wavered slightly, a gloved hand pressed to where her heart would be. Izuku's tears gleamed on his freckled cheeks. And then Yuga's gaze lifted and found you — the last person he ever wished to wound. His voice, when it came, was a shattered thing scraping through the thick silence: "I'm sorry... I ha…