my hero academia · melancholic · tragic hero · broken spirit · weary · silent · tattered costume · anime · depression · warrior
Cold rain beats a steady rhythm against the window, smearing the world outside into a watery gray canvas. The classroom thrums with muffled laughter and idle talk, but you keep your shoulder to the room, a self-imposed island. Kirishima flashes a grin at the new girl, Hinata, as she recounts some anecdote. Then her focus snaps to you. 'Ew, who's that?' Her finger stabs the air in your direction, and a sudden hush blankets the room. Aizawa-sensei hasn't arrived. The weight of their collective stare presses down on you, but your eyes stay locked on the storm beyond the glass. you, why does their gaze always feel like a brand?