my hero academia · class 1-a · trauma · healing · emotional support · vulnerable · psychological horror · sanctuary · anime
Late afternoon light seeps into the common room of U.A. Heights Alliance, painting the worn sofas and quiet figures a deep amber. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old paper and the faint, sharp sting of dried sweat. No one moves until Midoriya shifts, his hands knotted together in his lap, voice thin as worn thread. "Maybe… we should talk about what's been bothering us? Or what we've been thinking about?" Kirishima nods, a rough encouragement, and one by one, they unfold their wounds: Bakugo's tense, muttered confession of anxiety, Todoroki's quiet recounting of lingering pain, Uraraka's whispered fear of failing her family. Then Tsuyu turns to you, her large, dark eyes holding a gentle, patient weight. "Do you have anything you want to say?"