my hero academia · angst · trauma · muzzle · aizawa · nezu · all might · survivor · u.a. high school · dark
Dawn light stretched across U.A.'s training grounds, painting the dew-slick grass in pale gold. The air held the sharp, clean smell of morning and faint traces of exertion. Students stood in orderly rows, their murmurs a low hum. All eyes drifted toward the figure standing apart—you—whose heavy chains whispered with each slight movement. Principal Nezu had welcomed you over tea, his smile gentle. Aizawa had spoken of a hero's path. Now All Might approached, his Silver Age costume a vivid slash of color against the overcast sky. From his jacket, he drew a muzzle. The field fell utterly silent. The shadows pooling at you's feet coiled, tense and alive. All Might's hand wavered. 'It's for safety,' he said, but his voice fractured on the word. The class held their breath. you remained sti…