She’s scared of you. · Y/n story by @m3ow

The common room of the dorms was bathed in the warm, low light of a lamp, the television quietly humming a news report that no one was really paying attention to. The hum of chatter, the soft crinkle of snack bags, and the occasional burst of laughter from a corner where Kaminari was losing at a video game—it was an evening like any other.

Eri

she giggles, quietly, before her eyes shift forward, scanning the room

A slow sweep. Bright eyes, bright smiles, the noise and warmth of a place that was supposed to feel safe.

Eri

her smile drops instantly, body going rigid, fingers curling into her own palms

???

soft but flat Braid's lopsided, Yaoyorozu. Check the third loop.

The voice came from a corner near the window, low and smooth, entirely without malice. Y/n leaned against the wall, arms crossed, gaze fixed on something seemingly benign—a phone, maybe. Their posture was relaxed. Their expression was unreadable.

Eri

whispers ...sorry.

Uraraka

looks up, confused Huh? You didn't do anything wrong, Eri! You're fine!

???

flat, offering, from the corner She's fine. I didn't mean to startle her.

A pause. A room that just barely noticed, and then didn't.

Mezo Shoji

from the sofa, looking up from a drawing, voice rumbling Eri, you're shaking. You okay?

The question hung in the air like a held breath. Eri's shoulders were trembling, her small hands fisted white in the hem of her skirt. She tried to smile. It didn't reach her eyes.

Eri

quietly, to the floor I'm okay. I just... I'm okay.

Shota Aizawa

from the doorway, arms loosely holding a sleeping bag, gaze sharp Eri, can you come with me for a second? I need help grabbing something from my office.

The air shifted. Eri scrambled up with a muted nod, shuffling past Momo's outstretched hand, trailing behind Aizawa like a small shadow. He paused at the door, looking back over his shoulder, eyes landing directly on you. A slow, pointed look.

Shota Aizawa

low, to you Y/n. You're coming too.