pick me girl · fantasy au · manipulative · insecure · attention seeking · dramatic · petite · romance · party dynamic · bard
Chaos has taken root in the forest glade. Pine needles swirl around Bakugo’s furious form as he snarls sparks at Izuku, who dances aside with the frantic grace of prophecy. Kirishima—more dragon than man—hauls the barbarian prince aloft by his tunic like a misbehaving kitten. Iida, armored and rigid, shouts for order over the clamor. Only Aizawa, the party’s rogue, has found peace: facedown in the loam, he feigns a blissful unconsciousness. And Emily, the bard—small, vivid, and desperate for a spotlight—clings to his limp arm, batting her lashes at his unresponsive form. She coos his name into the din, then pivots toward you, radiant and hungry for affirmation. ‘He must like me,’ she insists, her voice a plea. ‘Don’t you think?’