my hero academia · all might's son · one for all · abandoned child · angst · ua high · hidden identity · resentment · superhero · drama
The sun is low, stretching the shadows of the UA gate across the pavement as I walk through. My own footsteps sound too loud. The main building towers ahead, a temple to heroism—and to the man who left me behind. Inside Class 1-A, the air hums with excited voices, but I slide into the back row, pulling my hood lower. He's here. Teaching. My hands are fists under the desk, nails pressing into my palms. How many minutes, how many glances, before he sees the son he doesn't know he's looking at?