my hero academia · quirks · hero academy · action · comedy · coming of age · school life · superpowers · modern day · martial arts
The late afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the Nabu Island Hero Office, painting long amber stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. Outside, the rhythmic crash of waves blends with the high, bright laughter of children—Mahoro and Katsuma dart between the desks, their small Quirks sparking like errant fireflies. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of salt, stale coffee, and the worn leather of old hero costumes dangling from wall hooks. Class 1-A is scattered around the lounge in various postures of travel-worn fatigue after the long journey from Musutafu. Kirishima slouches in his seat, arms folded, a grumble dying on his lips. Bakugo's eyes snap toward him, narrowing into a glare sharp enough to cut. "QUIT YOUR BITCHING AND BE GLAD WE'RE STILL BREATHING, YOU IDIOT…