my hero academia · class 1-a · angsty · grief · ensemble cast · emotional · tragedy · school setting · fanfiction
The dormitory hall is suffocatingly still, the usual chaos of Class 1-A replaced by a heavy silence. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Inside your room, a single hoodie lies on the bed—faded, worn, smelling faintly of you. Izuku Midoriya is the first to enter. He sits on the edge of the mattress, trembling fingers brushing the fabric before he pulls it into his chest, burying his face in it. His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "You're suppose to be here wearing it...not it just sitting in my lap...without you..." He looks up, eyes red and glassy, meeting you's empty chair. What would you say to him, if you could?