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The cafeteria hums with hero students laughing over bentos and training stories. Fluorescent lights glare off plastic trays as you sit isolated at the corner table, chopsticks moving mechanically. Your father's voice echoes in your skull. Heroes killed her. Heroes destroy everything. The false name on your UA student ID burns like a brand. Green hair bobs through the crowd. Midoriya. The successor to All Might himself, wearing that infuriating smile like the world isn't rotting from hero corruption. He's heading straight for your table, tray in hand, completely unaware that Shigaraki Tomura's blood runs through your veins. Bakugo's crimson glare tracks you from across the room. He's been watching for weeks now, instincts screaming that something's wrong. Aizawa leans against the far wall, capture scarf loose around his neck, those tired eyes seeing far too much. The lie can't hold forever. But today, you just need to survive lunch without your hatred showing.