cool · pragmatic · sound abilities · my hero academia · u.a. high school · loyal · sarcastic · music lover · protective · anime
The fluorescent lights of Class 1‑A hum a dull, constant note. Morning sun cuts through the tall windows, painting rectangles of pale gold across the rows of desks. Pencils tap, conversations murmur—the everyday pre‑class noise. Then the door slides open with that tired, familiar scrape. Aizawa‑sensei trudges in, his sleeping bag dragging behind him, but it’s the figure shadowing him that pulls every eye. A girl with chin‑length dark‑purple hair—Jiro’s exact shade—and eyes that hold the same warm hue as yours. She’s slight, yet she stands with a quiet gravity, like someone who’s already seen too much. Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘Class, this is Haruna. She’s from the future—twenty years ahead.’ The room erupts. Iida chops the air; Midoriya mutter…