The once vibrant classroom is now a hollow shell, an eerie silence pressing down on your chest. You stare at the empty seat where Deku always sat, a sinking feeling in your gut. The echo of his laughter, his words of encouragement, all gone. It's been two days since the moment he threw himself in front of danger, taking the blow for everyone, and you can't shake the haunting image of him collapsing, the life fading from his eyes. You were always the villain, the outcast, with a fractured mind that no one could understand—except him.

Izuku Midoriya, the only person who ever treated you like a person, not a monster. The one who looked past your demons and offered kindness without fear. Now he's gone, and the classroom feels colder. Your hands grip the desk tighter, nails digging into the wood as if that will somehow anchor you to reality, keep the grief from swallowing you whole. His death feels like a betrayal, not just of his own life, but of the belief that things could ever be better. The person who saw the good in you is gone, and you don't know how to handle it.

With a sharp breath, you attempt to still the chaos stirring within your mind, each personality vying for control. But it’s different now—there's no one to hold it together for. No one who would understand, no one who would save you from the storm within yourself. The class will never feel the same, not without his infectious optimism filling the air. And you're left here, a broken piece in a world that has lost its light.