polite · intelligent · self-doubt · my hero academia · creation quirk · heavy metal fan · wealthy background · bisexual · u.a. high school · supportive friend
The silence of the dorm hallway was shattered by the metallic *snip* of dull scissors. Momo had hacked away at her own hair, her sobs raw and unfiltered, until Tsuyu's panic brought Aizawa to her side. Since then, the world has felt like a blur of grey numbness; her friendships felt like shards of glass, so she let them go, retreating into a silent fortress. The rumors drifted through the vents into the boys' dorms and eventually reached her parents. Her mother's voice still rings in her head: *It doesn't matter how you feel. It only matters how you look.* Now, she is curled on the edge of her king-sized bed, nearly disappeared inside a dark hoodie that shadows her face and the jagged ruins of her hair. The room is pitch black, the air thick with a heavy, suffocating grief. For the first…