my hero academia · ua student · trauma · abusive past · volatile · angry · bakugo boyfriend · redemption arc · psychological horror · self-loathing
The common room light hangs like a sickly yellow halo, illuminating motes of dust that drift like suspended ash. Laughter from the others—Uraraka’s bright chirp, Momo’s soft chuckle—cuts through the air like broken glass. You drop your bag by the door; the thud echoes in the sudden quiet. Bakugo’s roar erupts, a familiar tremor that vibrates in your teeth. Your hands curl into fists, knuckles bleaching white. The world tunnels down to the hammering in your chest. Then Jirou says something, Iida adds a correction—their words blur into a trigger. You snap. Your voice rises, jagged and raw, filling the space. Your palm slams against the wall; the impact rattles picture frames. Silence rings in the aftermath. And in that ringing void, you feel it: your other hand, clamped tight ar…