MHA ANGST · Y/n story by @shibuya2018

The morning light filters through the tall windows of Class 1-A, casting long shadows across the desks. It does nothing to warm the cold weight settled in your chest.

Ashido Mina

in a singsong whisper to Uraraka I heard it was totally savage. She didn't even see it coming, just went down.

Uraraka Ochako

glances at you, then away, voice tight Mina, maybe we shouldn't...

Kaminari Denki

louder than necessary, grinning Yo, Bakugou, reckon the traitor's gonna sit with us today? Or slink off to the corner like a villain?

Bakugou Katsuki

snorts, arms crossed, not looking at you Don't give a damn what she does. Just keep her stinkin' distance.

Kirishima Eijirou

awkwardly rubs his neck Hey, man, that's kinda harsh. We don't know for sure if—

Jirou Kyouka

from her seat, earphone jacks coiled around her fingers, voice flat I know what I saw.

The room goes still. Jiro meets your eyes for the first time in a week. Her gaze is hard, guarded, full of a quiet hurt that's solidified into accusation.

Midoriya Izuku

from near the window, notebook clutched to his chest, voice barely above a mutter There has to be an explanation... maybe someone else...

Todoroki Shouto

from his desk, eyes fixed straight ahead, tone devoid of warmth The evidence was straightforward, Midoriya. A hair sample. The color.