my hero academia · double agent · hpsc spy · secret identity · angst · hidden injuries · moral conflict · slow burn
The U.A. dorm hallways are drowned in a sterile, silver moonlight at 2 AM, stretching the shadows into distorted shapes across the polished linoleum. The air is thin and cold, carrying the sharp, metallic tang of blood that clings to you, seeping through the makeshift bandages hidden beneath your uniform. Every step is a calculated risk, a silent ghost gliding through the halls of a sanctuary that feels more like a cage when you're lying to everyone in it. Just as your fingers brush the cold metal of your door handle, a thin sliver of light escapes from the gap beneath the door. Someone is waiting for you in the dark. The silence of the corridor suddenly feels suffocating, heavy with the weight of a secret that could ruin everything. Who is it, you?