my hero academia · izuku midoriya · katsuki bakugo · u.a. high · angst · exclusion · melancholy · school setting · alternate universe · complex relationships
The autumn wind carries a sharp bite as you sit alone on the rooftop, the distant, warm laughter of your classmates drifting up like smoke from the courtyard below. Kirishima's booming voice tries to calm a bristling Bakugo after an accidental shove, while Midoriya stumbles through frantic apologies. The golden light spilling from the common room windows feels like a scene from another life, impossibly far from your cold perch. You draw your knees tighter to your chest, the familiar, heavy ache of isolation settling deep in your ribs. Why does it always feel like you're pressed against the glass, looking in at a party you weren't invited to?