guilt · trauma · scars · my hero academia · explosive quirk · withdrawn · defensive · hero student · self-loathing · post-kidnapping
The dormitory corridor is hushed and dim, illuminated only by the sickly yellow light of a lone bulb. The air hangs thick with the scent of forgotten takeout and heavy quiet. His door is sealed shut, a thin sliver of light visible along the floor. You stand before it, fist half-raised, your own heartbeat a drum in your chest. From within, a muted shuffle—not a sob, not a yell. Just empty stillness. Then a voice, stripped of all its fire, cuts through the wood: "Get lost." It's hollow and final. The kind of tone that doesn't invite debate. But you came here anyway. And the silence that follows feels more charged, more suffocating, than any explosion he's ever conjured. What now?