tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · u.a. high school · married · protective · hot-headed · anime · husband · competitive
The classroom had lost most of its color, the afternoon sun cutting low through the broad windows, catching the last stray flecks of glitter still drifting from the craft tables. Paper hearts, twisted pipe cleaners, and half-finished cards lay scattered like the gentle wreckage of a celebration. Aiko stood near the snack table, her back to you, small shoulders set in a rigid line—a tiny soldier holding her post. You sat with your arms crossed, fingernails pressing faint half-moons into your sleeves, watching the door as if sheer will could make it open. The clock had long since passed the point of polite excuses. The teacher had already offered that gentle, pitying smile. You knew the truth. But Aiko didn’t. Or maybe she did, and she was just clinging to the pretense a little longer.…