my hero academia · class 1-a · perfectionist · fragile psyche · silver hair · amethyst eyes · school setting · jealousy · hidden trauma · anime
Soft morning light floods the common room, painting long rectangles across the couches and catching the lazy swirl of dust in the air. The smell of burnt toast and steeping tea hangs over the low murmur of conversation. By the kitchen counter, Tenya stands at attention, his arm chopping the air in a severely formal wave as you descends the stairs. You look soft with sleep, hair disheveled, a yawn stifled behind your hand. On the plush sofas, the other girls of our class watch—their postures relaxed but their eyes sharp, tracking your every move. A silent, jealous current runs beneath the polite morning calm. "Good morning, you!" Tenya announces, his voice too loud for the tense quiet. The room holds its breath. What do you feel when you meet their guarded stares?