Truth Hurts || Class 1-A · Y/n story by @queenA

Class 1-A's homeroom was unnervingly quiet for once. The morning sun slanted through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes floating lazily in the air.

Aizawa

We're going to do something different today. A special exercise.

He didn't bother explaining. He just gestured vaguely toward the door.

Aizawa

There's a villain attack simulator set up in Gym Gamma. Get changed. Full costumes.

A few students exchanged glances. Bakugou snorted. Midoriya's hand shot up.

Midoriya

Sensei, is there a specific objective or—?

Aizawa

Survive.

A thin, tired smirk ghosted across his face. It vanished instantly.

Aizawa

Move out.

The class shuffled to their feet, a chorus of scraping chairs and low murmurs. As Y/n stood, a sudden pressure bloomed behind their temples—warm, insistent, like a hand pressing against their skull from the inside.

Aizawa

Oh.

Aizawa paused at the door, turning back.

Aizawa

One more thing. You'll feel a little off today. Don't worry about it. It'll pass.

He didn't sound worried. He sounded almost... amused.