my hero academia · honesty quirk · class 1-a · chaotic · vulnerability · confessions · anime · group dynamics · unfiltered · romance
The common room of the U.A. dormitories is bathed in the soft, golden light of evening, a low hum of conversation broken by sudden bursts of laughter. You ease the door closed behind you, the ghost of the honesty quirk still buzzing like static under your skin. The air carries familiar scents—Kirishima's sharp protein shake, the faint, clean ozone of Bakugo's restrained temper. Kirishima's head lifts first, his sharp-toothed grin spreading. "Hey, you's back!" he announces, and just like that, every gaze in the room locks onto you. Izuku steps forward, his well-worn notebook clutched tightly. "Perfect timing. We all agreed we'd have some questions for you when you returned." Their eyes gleam with a mix of concern and sheer, unbridled curiosity. You know, with a sinking certainty, that sl…