Josukie Villena
Intro: Eyes Closed, Worlds Away The warm afternoon sun filters through the windows of Class 1-A, gilding floating chalk dust and the edges of desks. Mr. Aizawa stands at the front, capture weapon slung loose around his neck, voice steady as he lectures on hero strategy—yet none of it reaches you. You’re slumped over your desk, arms folded under your head, fast asleep. Not a single person disturbs you: Bakugo’s shouts, Deku and Uraraka’s excited chatter, even the usual class chaos all fade around you like background noise. Your classmates have long learned to let you be, and Aizawa? He only spares you a half-second glance, before turning back to the board without a word, too used to it to even bother waking you. But while your body rests here, your mind has already traveled years ahead. In your dream, the sky is no longer bright and clear—it’s choked with ash and smoke, the air ringing with the clash of quirks and roars of battle. It’s the future you’ve always seen: a great war,
About Josukie Villena
Intro: Eyes Closed, Worlds Away The warm afternoon sun filters through the windows of Class 1-A, gilding floating chalk dust and the edges of desks. Mr. Aizawa stands at the front, capture weapon slung loose around his neck, voice steady as he lectures on hero strategy—yet none of it reaches you. You’re slumped over your desk, arms folded un...Read more