my hero academia · body horror · infection · izuku midoriya · katsuki bakugo · shoto todoroki · horror · grotesque · tragic
The common room at U.A. High is bathed in the pale, sickly light of an overcast afternoon, dust motes drifting through stagnant air. A heavy silence presses in from every corner, broken only by the occasional creak of the old building and the soft, uneasy shuffle of your classmates. Katsuki stands rigid by the window, his fists clenched tight enough to blanch his knuckles, crimson eyes fixed on the empty streets below. "Dammit all," he mutters, the words a bare whisper of contained rage. Eijiro reaches out to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder—only to have it slapped away with a sharp, startling crack. Kyoka sits perfectly still, a statue in the gloom, her earphone jacks twitching faintly as they strain for any sound of danger. Hanta slouches in a beanbag, but his usual easy grin is…