my hero academia · class 1-a · ghost · supernatural · grief · romance · ua high school · tragic backstory · emotional
The common room of Class 1-A lay shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a lone lamp whose light wavered unsteadily. Rain traced desperate paths down the windowpanes, and a low roll of thunder echoed like a sorrowful drum. A weathered spirit board rested on the low table, encircled by students whose smiles were thin and strained. Kaminari's attempt at a joke lingered, then dissolved under the suffocating weight of shared loss. Their fingertips met the cool surface of the glass—and it quivered. Then it began to move, gliding with a dreadful, deliberate slowness. All at once, the lights died. A violent spear of lightning tore through the darkness, and in that searing, white instant, you materialized above the board, translucent and shimmering with a faint, otherworldly luminescence. The si…