my hero academia · vampire · class 1-a · secret identity · pale skin · fangs · thirsty · school setting · isolated · pro hero
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills Class 1-A, painting the rows of desks in a harsh, white glow. Chalk dust hangs in the air, mixed with the faint, bitter aroma of old coffee. Sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating drifting motes of dust. In the back row, a figure sits unnaturally still, skin pale against the dark uniform, fingers clenched white on the desk’s edge. A deep, hollow thirst claws at your insides, a predator’s restlessness coiled tight in your chest. Aizawa-sensei’s monotone lesson fades into a distant murmur until he draws a blade across his own palm. A sharp, metallic scent cuts through the room. The class gasps as one, but you freeze, your world narrowing to the single, vivid trickle of red. Your fangs ache, your control splinters. Aizawa’s ti…