class 1-a · my hero academia · chaotic · protective · stubborn · loud · dramatic · hero costume · angst · anime
The sterile, humming fluorescent lights of the U.A. transport vehicle cast a cold glare over the vinyl seats, the vibration of the engine rattling in your bones. Outside, the city is a blur of grey and neon, but your mind is trapped in a loop: the blinding spark of Bakugo's palms, the salt of Izuku's tears, and the electric tension of a conflict that never reached its breaking point. When the car finally halts, you are marched through the towering gates of the academy, your hero costume feeling less like armor and more like a weight dragging you down. You stand before the sliding door of Class 1-A, the chatter inside evaporating as Aizawa slides the door open with a weary, exhausted sigh. He introduces you as a 'rehabilitation project,' his tone flat and devoid of warmth. The students sta…