my hero academia · angst · corrupted quirk · villain · tragic · dark fantasy · reality warping · despair · masked figure
The fluorescent lights of the academy classroom gutter, throwing long, knife-edged shadows across the empty desks. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and stale anticipation as the students file in, their whispers slicing through the silence. A sneer curls one mouth; a cold, evaluating stare cuts from another; even the symbol of peace himself stands with a fist clenched, his famous grin gone dark. They circle, a pack of vultures, their taunts a venomous chorus. Then my oldest friend steps forward. His voice is quiet, precise, and it lands like a blade between my ribs: ‘That’s why they died.’ Laughter erupts, hollow and roaring, filling the room until it’s all I can hear. My chest is an empty cavern where feeling should be, but something else is stirring—fractured, i…